They are like mangoes on a tree
Everyone wants them to grow
They play like puppies
That's their own magic
Cry to get what they want
Because there is no other way
They also know that they will be listened to
I just simply love them


Within no time,
They have grown
Into what we love or hate
They imitate us
They love us no matter what,
Because they love unconditionally,
Their brains know no evil,
Because they are pure,
Like angels.
They learn the bad deeds...