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That’s right,
after first sight
or even after repeated sights,
against any I shall fight
if one pretends to discover
in child’s innocent smile
any thing other than simplicity…
In unbelievable, believes the child.
Fondly he begs mother,
‘Give me the moon and the stars.’
Promptly she plucks the moon,
the distant stars one by one
and fills the tiny hands!
Does any body ever find any logic
behind this joyous peaceful magic?
Who can deny
in the cool wool of snow
in mother’s Himalayan heart
the tiny tot’s footprints of love
remain for ever in tact?
A divine messenger,
a finger-print of truth
and a sweet fruit
of life-long prayer and penance
the kid at last branches out
into a tall tree of happiness…
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