Little Ones

I was born anew and i was born now. leer
strongly at me with my tiny hands that
ceased to cover my face,
leer at all this creature lingering
and delighted am free.
i am a little god, free from sin, undeterred
and i was born weird with complications.
it may not be physical but
i do not know yet, i stare at the roof as
light still dazzles me.
for now i am just an audience,
unbiased and a million far from intelligence,
i am dumb, weak and cannot filter
a word. all i can heed is a sound
and it still dazzles me,
who am i with; i careless to learn.


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