Care

The most precious and delicate feeling,

Innumerous forms it takes,

Abundant.....for a baby, so sweet and cute,

but unaware of the value of it.

And as time creeps,

with no time to need the care,

And then, nobody cares to care,

Later times come,

to need the care,

But then, being too late,

No one realises to bother to care,

And, inured in the lives journey,

There He goes on and on....