O child !
Should you weep?
Who had shot scorching words
Into your delicate heart?
Who had rooted out
Your tender desires
With a blast on your back?
The expansive skies..
The countless clouds..
The kiss full moon..
The crawling breeze..
They all line up for you only-
All yours only!
O ignorant fools!
O tempestuous guys!
The children..
Are they not soft flower-balls?
Have you failed to notice
The reign of heaven
On the resting face of
Even a naughty child?
Have you not enjoyed
The shower of velvety flowers
In their moist prattles and
In the toothless laughs
Soaked in pranks?
Oh.!they are
The Nature's musical flutes..
Must birth only joyful songs..
Never the ooze of tears!
--S.Chandrakalaadhar
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