Whenever I hear an infant's cry
Myself would shudder inadvertently
And I would remember the incident that
Muddled my heart long ago.
It was long before in a lonely night
I heard a tender kid's cry
That rented my heart and
Ripped off my sleep.
Oped I the door- stark darkness
The street dogs barked on all sides
Biting and bickering together.
The infant's cry impulsed my feet
to a spontaneous wake
And I reached the street corner where
stinking garbage was deposed;
And upon that stink, jolting it's limbs,
An infant lay screeching in pain
Gliding fleas mumble around, and
Mosquitoes sucking off tender blood fast
The fragile body wrapped by ants, and
dogs drawing up with augmented greed.
Guarding the kid,
A great Dane was there to
Drive the dog vigorously.
Melted my mind-I upheld the rubic child
And it's wailing stopped anon.
Did that infant feel the 'Touch Of the class'?
Wriggling it;s tail, frisking around,
and licking my feet,
The dog made a scene in over joy.
Whenever I hear an infant's cry
That episode rushes to my mind.
The pleasure of indulgence,
for half an instant,
How wretched the end of it!
How great the fish who swallow it;s child!
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