Reflecting the halo of the Trinity,
Children go on proving Divinity;
Shunning vices and hating malice,
They do the things we ever relish.
Being the angels sent by God,
They show His world, long and broad;
Showing the faces blooming to please,
They are the sources of eternal glees.
Making our moments wholly fulfilled,
They live their lives, being ever chilled;
Nothing in this world makes them sad,
They have learnt to be only glad.
I always pray to God to give me the sense,
That enables me to feel their presence;
Let them have their divine looks,
Let me write their magic in books.
(A poem dedicated to all the children I have come across)