Sweet children, sweet children,
Where are you?
We are in the wash room brushing our teeth,
Aren't you too.
Sweet children, sweet children,
How do you do?
Wearing our uniforms,
Fine, thank you.
Sweet children, sweet children,
How is the break fast?
A tasty one, nice one, by grand mother,
Unlike other days, it is a contrast.
Sweet children, Sweet children,
The bus has arrived, so beautiful indeed,
Papa we are ready, see you again,
A parting kiss that's all we need.
Children in their youth, preparing for their life's future. The loving support of parents is what they need the most. Enjoyed this very much.
Beautiful poem. I appreciate the rhyme scheme you employ throughout the poem. Engaging, evocative and well written.
a picture alluringly simple yet leaves a strong impact.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sweet and beautiful...................................