INDIAN LULLABYA Poem by JENYLast week there was a mews that some Jerman technology has developed a software which, they claim, can interpret cries of babies so that mothers can rely less on their instinct INDIAN
LULLABY Hey my child… Your cries are
categorized.. Into five… One for food.. One for thirst.. One for warmth… One out of fear.. And one, for a clean
diaper. I scroll pages of my
I-pod Search for a tag.. That may tell me… How many times you
cried for me.. This little I-pod Little than you.. Try to duplicate me…. My instinct, nature’s
gift. This little I-pod Between me and you. Translates beats of
my heart Into bits of zero and
one. It detects five of
your cries. I laugh in
remembrance … Of myriad hues of
your cries Laugh painfully at
the follies Of a Jerman savvy. Hey my child… I do not categorize
thy wails… For, I may stumble.. Upon a cry….. Cry of thy soul in
travails That can never be
hushed in your life. Cant be quenched even
by my milk… Or my warmth… No software can
detect it.. Only this womb knows
it… In whose darkness,
soft….. Your soul entered
your body. © 2010 JENYReviews
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