Parents enjoy
When see the baby boy
Or baby girl
As their eye's pearl
Even if poor
They play on floor
Work hard for upkeep
And happily sleep
They never seek assistance
Or take chance
As an prelude
Or hide
So the children
Never forget even
In old age
And in child age
It is good memory
To keep in hidden treasury
And locked forever
And dream whenever remembered
Breath of Fresh Air I agree! The beauty of love and the young watches us closely, how we behave, how we treat each other, whether between family members, with friends, or neighbors. Our sets of values are easily picked up by them, which makes primordial to each of us to l...See More Unlike · Reply · 1 · 58 mins · Edited
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Poor or rich while they see their children feel so happy like wise while a poet gives birth to a poem amazingly keeps affection on this. Wonderful and nicely written the true impact of poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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