The Wisdom Of The Child Poem by Aroon George

A little child is my master;
I'm met by him in my nature.
He does not worry about his past,
He does not care about the future.
Smiles dance on his face,
In both joy and serious cases.
When he's hurt, he forgets;
He lives in joy, blessed.
He teaches me a holy lesson:
I can live happily in tension.
An elder may not know love,
But a child knows he is above.
I started respecting children;
He shows me the way to heaven.
We may be wise, but we get zero;
He loves us, he is a hero.
When I meet a child, I feel like a child