The baby girl

She was crawling like a floor lizard last year.
Now erect, she smiles and fiddles with things
Puts them in God’s order, on dusty surfaces
Setting them right like an airy angel from sky.
In the corners of eyes, she smiles a moon smile
As if she has known things and you all along
And the dark secrets behind your shirt-pockets.

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