My Sweetheart Children

My Sweetheart Children short poem

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My sweet children
I can’t give you
what you wish
but I can give you
what actually you need
for your better tomorrow

I can give you
immense love and affection
that will provide strong wings
for your dreams to touch
the shining stars and beamy moon
by ripping off the clouds
so that your amazing dreams come true

I can give you
the most quality time
that will provide you
ample opportunities to explore
your hidden talent, strength and skills
so that you are capable enough
to go in for pearls and gems
by diving into the depth of life sea

And more I can give you
classy and fabulous attention
that will inculcate good values
to awake your curiosity about
the mysteries of human life
so that you may execute right actions
at appropriate time
to accomplish your life goals

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