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FACE OF A CHILD
Today a child comes to me,
In search of his lost ball,
His eyeball moving round and round,
But he can’t find his ball
His face getting dry,
Like a bud is loosing his beauty,
Without whispering his fragrance in gardens,
I can clearly see a child convert into man,
Should I have to stop it?
From being happen
Should I filled his hand by chocolate
Will he stop to cry?
Or fill his hand by lots of toys,
What should I do?
What should I do?
What I do,
To bring back spring,
On his barren face.
The clock remind me again and again
That the time is running out form my hand.
If you don’t do anything,
No one can protect that sun,
To lost behind the clouds of pain…………
What a dilemma,
Neither have I stopped him to cry,
Nor I make him happy and delight.
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