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baby cleaned dust Poetry sterilised

The Feeding Bottle.


The feeding bottle just before me

cleaned and sterilised

gleams and glows  with glee

the milk in pure white is pasturised

warmed and filled  to the brim

the baby sucks the milk to a level

pushes the bottle aside firm

sleeps contented in a revel

wakes up not for a few hours

the bottle undergoes the cleaning

lies ther in the table in covers

the baby gets up noiselessly

crawls through in a speed

picks up the dust stealthily

the particle is  an one more feed

the sterlization  turns irrational

as indeed the dirt  becomes radical

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baby cargo Poetry postal

Delivery———A Network In Synergy.


You deliver in many ways

as delivery has hundreds of forms

one being vital of all

going with the creation

another delivers a child

not an easy job to quote

the trials at the time of birth

the tribulations much before that

about a ten month stay in the womb

along with the nourishment and prenatal care

all too much for her in the regular

accompanied by the after care

looking after the baby and taking care

the sleepless nights one undergoes

the feeds, the time and the bringing up

all takes through with a concentration

well, that could be a delivery all the more serious.

Then the turn on delivery is postal

the letters brought forth to the table

comes on time with news relevant

irrelevant might be the letters to an extent

yet it induces an anxiety great

the wait for the postman at the door

the hurry to open the fold

contribute to the fascination

have slowly died down

with the  advent of e-mails

so far for the delivery known

there being many unknown

the exchange of lovers

through secret channels

the delivery of goods and baggages

all being done through the cargo

be they in the mode of air or land or water

thus goes the word “delivery”

exposing denominations less and great.