The Child - Poem by Murali Ramanath
The child is lonely at her home
yet she is homely at her rome
walks alone without fear and tear
carrying a bear which is her dear
waits for none in the rear.
smiles at herself in the mirror.
a joyful moment here and there.
she is the ornament of god everywhere.
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