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Children
Little precious jewels
How could helpless, dependent neonates
Wield such a power to move
Even the strongest of men to tears
Like a golden egg
They lie in our hands
Vulnerable yet impregnable
Their future amorphous yet glorious
Their cry rallies us to action
Their smile is pure joy
Children
The vigor with which they suckle
The speed with which they grow
Like a young sapling they shoot forth
Sit, crawl, stand and then walk
Teeth appear
They experiment with diet
Their mind pure and unspoiled
They view the world with glee
As an infinite playground
Their curiosity, deep as an ocean
Spills forth buckets of questions
As soon as they begin to talk
Children
Life's assurance of continuity
Some grow up docile
The rest grow up rebels of nature
We try to beat them into submission
To enforce rules, values and norms
What we kill in this process we may never know
But the finished product: bright, obedient, little chaps
We enroll them in schools
Plan out their lives and lay it out before them
Imbued with innate potentials, they grow
And begin to see the world how we want them to see it
A warfare
Children
The days of innocence are over
The white satin has been tainted with blots of ink
'Forgive me, father, for I have sinned
This is my first confession'
Evil is known and called by its name
They are being pushed and pulled from every side
Society. Media. Internet. Television
Our new wine suddenly acquires the taste of vinegar
But in all, the wine is still good
Puberty and menarche set in
And the hormones break loose
But they are still children
Confused by the formation of new feelings
Girls grow breasts and become rounder
Boys acquire new baritone and chin hairs
They also acquire new tastes
Playing with the opposite sex now cause sparks
And arouse strange emotions
They society circles in
Like hawks on a bird of prey
With new demands and new responsibilities
Some are crushed under the pressure
The remaining come out bruised by experience
They may have grown tall
But they are still children
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