By Dr. Alisha Gaba
All the way to a new vision,
Is the birth into this prison,
The world of dreams,
And the cakes with creams,
A preterm or a Term,
As and when the neonate is born.
The abdominal bump goes,
Once the baby cries to the new vows,
Baby boy or a baby girl,
With the cute little bodies that twirl,
Exclusive breastfeeding should be the rule,
Bottles and artificial pacifiers are cruel.
Oh! The baby is preterm,
Please keep him away from the germs.
And get yourself aware,
Of the Kangaroo Mother Care.
The birth of the baby,
Makes the parents go crazy,
With the eyes so hazy,
Brings them the daisies.
They learn,
Various ways to earn,
And to handle,
The crazy cradle.
The life’s switch begins,Â
With the entry of weaning,
The Moro’s is gone,
And the parachute reflex is on!
The Paediatrician’s hand,
Is the first breath’s brand,
In the labor room they stand,
To complete the errand!
Made Alisha write,
On this beautiful night,
With the long sight,
Of the future that is bright.
The love should shower,
My friends in this hour,
The birth of every neonate,
Commences the family’s new fate.!
By Dr. Alisha Gaba
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