Children Speak Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Children speak

Yes, give me ears
To face no fear
To listen to earth's pain
And kindly maintain

No one can offer
Not even angel of another planet
To make me feel good
Why not I try or should?

I loved children most
As they speak with no milk butter toast
It is simple to understand
They act like our best friend

The worries disappear
The moment they come near
Whisper with their broken language
And convey with words of their age

So we take their presence
With love's presence
Take them on our back
Speak like horse and carry them on pack

Children are flowers
As they usher
On this land
With our attitude of friends