Gift from God

Children are full of vivid imagination,

Having pure hearts

 Future of the nation,

Their imagination in an own way an art.

On little things they beam

Continuously babbling in their own language,

On silly things they scream

So forgiving, against nobody else they hold a grudge.

Looking adorable while sleeping

We now grown up always wishing that they never keep growing.

Childhood is unforgettable

Each person hopping into the past with bewitching memories,

Each one’s incredible,

Very worthy treasuries.