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Innocent life

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 installment
It's her life so she can very well play by her own rules
And when she is awake she will ensure that others close by are not sleeping
Thus keeping grown ups immune to sleeping at wrong time
And it is also a kind of payback time for grownups for the attrocities they do during the day

Lately she has been found practicing yoga
So as to keep her mind calm from the attrocities of over love and attention flooded around
She is indeed a celebrity, attracting wanted-unwanted attention
At times she is found talking to her legs
Legs that reaches her mouth with ease
Saying never ever... ever... kick the people around, even when you find them annoying
She has found a way to control her emotion
I guess yoga has played a big role in it

Hope I will get to meet her someday
And when that day arrives
Hope she remembers me, my name
And include me in her most wanted friends list

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