The Child Who Knew Too Much Poem by Anurag Goel

Some people we meet only once,
a moment, a voice—then they are gone.

She was just a child, yet so sharp and still,
she understood more than I ever said.

And in that brief call, time paused,
a moment in my head that would last forever.

You may never remember me…

But when I'm in my sixties, and I'm old,
I will still remember you,
with a quiet kind of love
that never fades.

And I hope karma never haunts you,
for you are a soul so pure,
it finds only those
who have done wrong to others.

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