Childhood - Poem by Tulsi Shrestha
Have you ever noticed, a fusion of
Ignorance and innocence in a small child.
Flawless, dew - drenched pure flowerbud
A symbol of purity, a source of affection.
Have you ever enjoyed a play with children.?
Let them defeat you to watch their joyful face
The pleasure of losing intentionally with them
Unfathomable joy that you never experienced.
Innocent laugh of a sweet small child
Rush up and down of children in stairs
Revolving them around old oak tree.
Devouring your cheek with their tiny lips.
Aren't these all events look heavenly sights.?
Obligations are beyond their reach
Sorrows and griefs are unknown to them.
Their tears can melt even heart of hard rock
Their infinite smile can enchant everyone else.
All these will revive memory of your childhood.
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