they say they won't do a thing
and play all day long
by the sands in the long beach
till its time for the even song.
and then as night rushes in
they run to their homes
and sing the bhajans together
on krishna-their patron God
They remember his pasttimes
and say it loud
till the Lord himself comes down
to see whose those innocent voices belong
Such are children
and such are their hearts
and one thing which we must know before we die
is that we have to be children once more
how did you like the climax?
Comments
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this is a really nice poem, sweetly done
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thanks from the bottom of my heart, yorkshire rose
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