A Child

A Child prose poem

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They like to pose , just as the pretty rose, they like to fly like birds so high in the sky, they act naughty like a little monkey, they like to be clicked every time, they like to interact as well, yes they are excited.

They like selfies, they are real, they are happy, yes they are excited.

They have different talents, they are notorious too, they like fairy tales, yes they are excited.

They face many difficulties, they have passions, they also have feelings, yes they are excited.

They adore people, they celebrate, they also dream, yes they are excited.

They have a strong heart, they suffer many a times, they are helpless at times, yet they are excited.

Every child is an artist. They are exceedingly confident. Its been seen that often a runaways or those expelled, are the ones who afterwards add to society’s treasure. Many new theories seemed to them worth bothering with, and yet they are trying hard to learn and understand things so that they can be the best to lead in future.

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