Children

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Children are the gift from God;

They are not liers, they are not fraud.

Sometimes they are naughty, sometimes they are quiet;

They do not bother about wrong and right.

Sometimes they get confused, sometimes they are confident;

They love to enjoy each and every moment.

They make us feel the warmth of love;

They teach us not to be so rough.

They are innocent, they are fair;

They need only love and care.

They love to make more and more friends;

They feel protected in their parents' presence.

They are the angels with magic wand;

The fate of a country is in their hand.

But their childhood is in danger;

Because of the monster called 'childlabour'.

Bringing it to an end is the responsibility of a good citizen;

This will make the earth as beautiful as heaven.

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