MY SILENT WISH
MY SILENT WISH
Whenever I see,
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.
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