In the thick of New York's Times Square
On a vibrant Saturday evening we were
My wife was manoeuvring the pram of my baby
For whom, the boisterous ambience was the lullaby
Both my hands were loaded with shopping bags
Struggling to keep poise, I almost became an object of gags.
The dancing lights , to the eyes, were a treat
The flaming Neons made us feel not wanting to retreat
The beauty in Times Square was simply breath-taking
The joy and mirth in the air was no faking.
My wife and I soaked in an ethereal world
Even as my toddler in his pram curled.
Just as we were slipping into another zone
From the pram we heard a little moan.
Moan became groan, and soon into a shriek
Even as I tried to pacify him in a voice so meek.
He wouldn't budge, he wouldn't stop
Until he saw my shopping bags drop.
I picked my gen-next up in a warm embrace
And suddenly, the shrieking face became all grace.
Grimace made way for a lotus smile
That simply blew me off many a mile.
In that instant, the beauty of Times Square
The pomp and pageantry in the air
Blurred in front of this little one's grin
The Beauty contest, he surely did win!
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