A kid poem

The below peom is for kids ( effective for kids from 6 months and after - they 'll laugh well )

കാക്ക ചിരിചു കാ കാ കാ
പുച്ച ചിരിചു മ്യാ മ്യാ മ്യാ
പട്ടി ചിരിചു ബൌ ബൌ ബൌ

മക്രു ചിരിചു ഹി ഹി ഹി

Transilation :

crow smiles ka ka ka
cat smiles myau myau myau
dog smiles bow bow bow

macru smiles hi hi hi

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Theory :

Your Baby on 5-Month-Old: Week 4

Baby sleep: The Sears method

How your baby's growing

Your baby now sees and hears the world almost as well as you do. Her communication skills are expanding rapidly, too, as evidenced by her squeals, bubbling sounds, and operatic octave changes. Her sounds can demonstrate her attitude or response to objects — such as happiness, eagerness, or even satisfaction — with a problem well solved.

At this age, about half of babies babble, repeating one syllable — such as "ba," "ma," "ga," or other consonant-vowel combinations — over and over. A few will even add another syllable or two, making their sounds more complex.

You can encourage your baby by babbling right back at her and by making a game of it ("The sheep says, 'baaa,'" or "The goat says, 'maaa'"). Or, when you hear a syllable you can't identify, just respond enthusiastically with, "Yes, that is a car! See how shiny the red paint is?" Your baby will appreciate your encouraging her by keeping the conversation going.

yankandpaste from : poem : orginal by me , theory :http://www.babycenter.com/mybabycenter/1530.html

Dedicated to my ex: roommate

Tonight I Can Write
by Pablo Neruda, translated by W.S. Merwin
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, 'The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
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The above poem is dedicated to my ex roommate who used to sing this poem at mid nights and interrupt our sleep ( atlast i found that i can even sleep hearing this )

yankandpaste from : http://www.favoritepoem.org/poems/neruda/merwin.html