A little perturbation makes us burst,
And with inconsolable tears cry,
Possessed by fear, anger and mistrust,
To shatter starlit silence of the sky.
A parental restriction, friendly shackle,
We fail to understand, how to tackle,
A temporary obstacle in the path,
Can usher-in a fearful, frenzied wrath-
And when gently cooing mother,
Pulls out a flaccid, empty, suckled breast.
The infant howls in anger and protest,
Unknowing it will quickly get the other,
We do not look beyond the reach of noses
And fearful of the thorns, shun the roses.