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Children

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Even if they try to pluck it,
the flower submits itself onto their hands.
If it happens to prick their heels,
the thorn scorns itself all its life.

The dream too thinks twice, gets filtered to go soft
to be seated on their eyes.

Once positioned on their lips,
even the scariest of words

come out as a melodious lisp.
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Binayakumar Mohanty 21 October 2017

Nice transcreation. Thanks for sharing.

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Astha P 16 October 2017

Great poem. A wonderful dedication to children. Really appreciable work. Enjoyed a lot lot to reading such beautiful poem.. Thank you so much.

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Astha P 16 October 2017

Beautiful poem.. A wonderful dedication to children. Great work, really appreciable writing. I would like to thank you so much for sharing such a brilliant poem.

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