The white rose in the painted mud pot
in the front porch
first bud of it in half bloom
smiles pleasantly, infant-like;
The caged parrot
moves inside round and round
dances in rhythmic steps
tilting its head to the sides
red bill pointed downwards
cage sways like a cradle;
The playful cub in the backyard
jumping around, its body curved
into the shape of an arch
pauses for a while, turns back,
as if beckoned by its mother;
The croton plants swinging
in the breeze like festooned fans
in ancient kings' courts, halt for a while,
for a speck of the mood;
Breeze blowing takes a short break
not to leave out on the blissful scene;
The gentle waves gurgling in the lake nearby
slow down for a stealing look.
All this at the sight of the bundle of joy
when my baby was brought home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Neo baby brings happiness to our house but a caged parrot brings slavery Let the child play freely and the parrot too