In Him God saw the little image
Of little hands, feet and mirage
They are so innocent, spotless and alike
They smile at things which they like.

They know no knots or bubbles.
For they're very simple.
They love one and all
The fear of no fall.

They love more, hate less
They cannot tackle problems and messes
How they love all selflessly!
So pure, honest, true admirably!

Children are simply divine
Untainted by my own, only mine
I wonder at the gift of God
The priceless, memorable ones are children.

How burlesque, bright, cheerful, jolly
They understand neither fortune, fate nor tragedy or folly
Differentiation beyond reach, in vain
Children are worthy: a momentous gain.

 © Gargi Saha

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