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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=422523" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Baby's world</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=422523" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">baby's world<br>the parts i remember <br>for verses<br>come in growth<br>now recollected <br>for sheer fun<br>granny dipping her salty forefinger<br>into my tender mouth<br>for that budding first tooth<br>so well imprinted<br>after so many turbulent decades<br>mom swinging me to and fro <br>in a sarong suspended <br>from a spring tied to a pole <br>her poor attempt at lullaby<br>added to my pleasure<br>my head softly tugged against the floor<br>up and down, up and down<br>it went until i slipped into dreamland<br>and cowpox oh yes<br>it came at a certain age<br>about eight or nine<br>how sour and repelling<br>the pear juice was <br>the century old remedy<br>for overheated body<br>the memory that still<br>brings back the sickly<br>mind numbing temperature<br>and mumps, <br>it too brought back that <br>sharp look of anger<br>from mom to dad<br>as he asked me<br>whether it was painful<br>pretty redundant isnt it? <br>mom irked i think because<br>she thought the question<br>would get me more conscious<br>of the pain<br>and oh yes, that afternoon<br>mom ran with a broom<br>as i came back the 38th position<br>in the class<br>i cried without even the beating<br>still wonder how i had dipped to <br>that position from the tenth<br>as i look into a baby's eye<br>and see how they turn<br>with their little hands<br>running all over the face<br>i see myself in baby's cloth again<br>a thousand pictures<br>run through my mind<br>and amazed me at how<br>well the child stored pictures<br>for me till this day</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=422523" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">inspired by</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=422523" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Baby's World<br>I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby's very<br>own world.<br>I know it has stars that talk to him, and a sky that stoops<br>down to his face to amuse him with its silly clouds and rainbows.<br>Those who make believe to be dumb, and look as if they never<br>could move, come creeping to his window with their stories and with<br>trays crowded with bright toys.<br>I wish I could travel by the road that crosses baby's mind, <br>and out beyond all bounds; <br>Where messengers run errands for no cause between the kingdoms<br>of kings of no history; <br>Where Reason makes kites of her laws and flies them, the Truth<br>sets Fact free from its fetters. <br>Rabindranath Tagore</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+Tiong+Chunghoo">John Tiong Chunghoo</a></strong></div>