Carefree of theft!
See him from the left,
See him from the right,
In a moment of delight!
Is he sleeping?
Is he peeping?
Through a window of innocence,
Courage, a virtue of ignorance!
Has opened this window,
Of His personal meadow,
And the naughty child,
So soft and mild,
In his lovely dreams,
Had a shower in streams,
God ignored, was pleased!
The innocence increased,
And the naughty child,
Although baby of a wild,
Thought alone in the garden,
No guard no warden,
Plucked a flower of smile,
Made his lips fertile,
The clay He was tiling,
He was God smiling.
a window of innocence, Courage, a virtue of ignorance! .............................its the beauty of a child...nice
Naught but soft child gives beautiful mild smile. Very beautiful and rhymed poem. Nice job on sharing.
Plucked a flower of smile, Made his lips fertile, The clay He was tiling, He was God smiling. What a wonderful write sir. The whole poem is sweet and lovely.
Another lovely write... There is a special sound effect for your poems like the jingling rhymes of Edgar Allan Poe! Enjoyed much this take on the innocent pursuits of an adorable child in the garden!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Children the holy beings...Angels are playing and enjoying with them...they are free from human infection 'cause they are not infected...they ae the pure human...