As a child, he always found,
Every burning flame to be catchy,
The mud on the ground as eat worthy,
Running out of clutches of hands as try worthy,
And not getting what wanted as cry worthy.
As a child, he always found,
The colour of skin, not a hindrance in friendship,
The disability, not a barrier in relationship,
The excellence, not a stopper from mending boundaries,
Money, not a mean to differentiate standards
As a child, he always found,
Nature to be real friend and guide to wisdom,
Books to be real path finder to the World,
Parents to be the real friends and philosophers,
Education to be real thing and not just degree
Submitted to March Challenge 21 – Child’s Level
This is awesome. Perhaps part of our journey into adulthood is to rediscover everything you have written here. So important. ❤
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Thank you 🙂
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Well done! Well thought out and presented. Welcome to the Challenge. Now I’ll have to haunt your blog for a while.
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Thanks Mike..
Yea.. you are most welcome to haunt my blog 🙂
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this is beautiful, well done 🙂
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Thanks Yogesh 🙂
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splendid poem prasad, kids are just like that. beautiful.
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Thank you Sharmishtha ji 🙂
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love this one…
playing with pets are of the best part of childhood for many.
Cheers.
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