A Child Poem by ANJANDEV ROY
A Child
It's the busy time,
Everyone is running,
They have no time
To see the surroundings,
But the little child
Is minutely watching the lovely butterfly
Flying joyously from flower to flower
With its colourful wings,
His childish mind is also
Soaring towards the way of the flying butterfly,
Nothing can distract him,
He is enjoying the lovely flight with his heart's content,
A child is a child indeed.
your child has a lovely mind of a child is enjoying the butter fly no worry of CORONA JI AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR OUR POET
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4/23/2024 7:39:23 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Excellent! ! ! ! You caught the pure essence of a child's way of relating to the world around him. 10++++++++