‘How delicately we born’
One day seen, he walked like toddler,
Again stood on his feet and walked,
Further a little farther, he crawled,
Again he was seen by my eyes; sprawled,
Then I asked or rather say quarried-
What this road is and where it goes?
Like a moon waning and waxing bard,
Said he, goes straight to grave yard,
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