Infant's feed

Our infants need freedom That may be granted to them seldom We may offer them polluted milk Wrap their body with costly silk We will feel them icy winds Not in open but from air conditioner to find Everything unnatural in the name of prosperity New product, new waves but with impure qualities No fresh vegetables and no baby food All unnatural and not making any good All worries from the day of arrival Only celebrated once as festival They are our future and asset How can we allow the things to let? Will it not prove future crisis? Something has to be worked out as thesis We are seized with worries before their arrival Any grave mistake on our part may prove very fatal If we neglect or pay disregard on their upkeep We will be caught later on even in deep sleep We need to concentrate on their physical build up They may be very active when age catches them up Let us be more environments friendly and close Then there won’t be any worry to pose