Peculiar Innocence

No eyes can see such black,
In a womb lies a baby packed.
In a blissful state he sleeps,
with a heart that purity reaps.
No hands can move agile,
for the room is too fragile.
He wants to be pretty brisk,
but life for him will turn a risk.
To be born he is in a while,
to greet the world with his wail.
All kith and kin do smile,
who came across from miles.
In a benedictive state he stays,
just eat and sleep and gaze.
Never once did he want to miss,
gets all of them to kiss.
He knows none of them at all,
yet he whines or laughs to make them pals.
No fear can set him to cry,
his play has no match to vie.
All he does is be born,
and lets all the sinister gaun.
For he's the form of love,
that's so innocent to sow.
Within you he stays forever,
within him you go out never.