MY SILENT WISH
MY SILENT WISH Whenever I see, These little angels, Playing happily around, I envy thee, and yells, With silent wish, To take a rebaund, And become a child. What a pleasure, What their days, Nothing to bother, And free from frays. They are the master, They are the king, They are the birds, Without a wing. Not an enemy, A lot many friends, Free from agonies, That's their trends. Often I do wish, To be one of them, Whom I ever MISS.