It is a hopeless exercise
To find out why the baby cries
He isn't hungry, sick or cold
His diaper isn't wet, I'm told
No reason for the shrieking call
The sky is not about to fall
I try to guess what is my fault
Which leads to this verbal assault
Unending howling, sobbing bouts
Fill my mind with troubling doubts
I pray with depressing anxiety:
"Kindly intervene, Almighty!"
If luckily, he drifts to sleep
With gratitude, I start to weep
His rare silence pounds the ears
With echoes of piercing fears
Eases on his screaming throttle
Only to nourish on his bottle,
Causing, by chance, a moment's bliss:
He feeds and cries from one orifice!
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