I love the children running here and there,
Careless and quite innocent,
With no knowledge and carefree,
Quite busy with fruitful play,
No call answering for lunch or dinner,
I am running after them with dish in hand,
I see bright future in them,
I may not be here but they will,
Taking care of country and home as well,
Brothers, sisters, cousins and country,
They may stand fast like rock and mange
With strong will power and determination,
My teachings will not be failing them,
They well steer the course for self and others
An innocent and motherly poem. Love for children, family and homeland all well homogenized in this lovely poem.10/10 for you, Mahananda. Regards Naseer
My teachings will not be failing them, ..... it is blessings from mother. and teachings will neave fail child in life.. i give well desrved 10 read mine O.mother, papa do u know and papa you too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very motherly thought of concern for the children. Nice piece.