THE BLISS OF CHILDHOOD
What a bliss it is!
To watch you, my child, at play—
Sailing your boat of innocence
On the waves of your own mysterious world.
Childhood is a dream
That never comes back;
So live it, my darling, wholeheartedly.
It is full of wonderful fancies—
Thousands of balloons, butterflies, and delicacies.
The fun and laughter I had lost,
You are living them.
The games I had forgotten,
You are relishing them.
The brilliance of eyes that I have lost in pain
Is peeping out a new world in yours.
©® Dr. Zainul Husain, India
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