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Sup Sup.

Sucking his thumb
with the noise
the baby sat quiet
in his pram
while the mother
went shopping around
buying grocery and
vegetables for a week.
Piling the bought
in a big bag
the mother pushed the pram
while the baby was sucking
sup, sup in tune.
Meeting an old friend
the mother started talking
forgetting the baby
and the shopping bag.
A man noting the mother’s
carelessness dodged in
made good of the baby and the bag.
The baby still sucking his thumb
lay undisturbed.
The man pushed the pram
by the dingy and ran
with the grocery in speed.
The little one was
peacefully sitting calm
making a noise

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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