I met this innocent life through virtual medium Whose legs are always flying high as if she will touch the sky with her legs She doesn't believe in keeping her bum flat aligned to the ground She likes to keep a patch of beard too And she is barely six months old I'm unsure if she remembers me She must have too much things to grasp right now Grown ups around will be pampering her with stuffs and words which would seem almost alien to her She must be liking some and innocently hating some And when things get out of control she must be clearing her throat so as to make as loud a noise as possible and then start crying That's her way of saying to grown ups "shut the thumbs up" She's got this unusual way of ending her cry She just stops As if someone suddenly pressed the pause or stop button in middle of her crying There is no downward rythym to cry-end It just halts abruptly She doesn't believe in sleeping in one stretch She sleeps in install...