In the Cradle of Youth

In the cradle of youth as a New-Born, You've been tended by sheer Destitution; You have been played-with like a toy: Emotions, humiliation and fear, make for your quilt Whilst you lie on the mattress of dreams, Unaware--unconscious mostly of what happens-- Who picks you up, who plants you kisses And who feeds you with finer love... Ever learning and about to grow: As whiles your teeth sprout, you begin to chew on things--thoughts, memories-- You begin to move you head to see around-- You even smile when Yearning tries to cheer you up And Silence--with his clapping hands and hope-filled eyes-- Wont to see you laugh..to play with you... In the cradle of youth, as you begin to outgrow The Bed that embraced you: You are taken out--to the ground, on all fours-- You gradually support your motion; You try to stand and when you finally do With uncertainty, you even fall, But just to get-up again After that same old Silence encourages you... Your colorless cheeks blush at such care; ...You finally learn to walk and then you realize-- You have already abandoned the very cozy Shrine-- You have even learned to stand firm on your own: And now, you move on to grab Propensity-- Who waits with open arms-- All this while, lurking somewhere within yourself...