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
Meenas Poems 