Childhood (Happy Children’s Day)

by Harshita Das aged 15

As a species, us humans cannot agree on much
Yet across all cultures, all races, all wealth gaps and such
We’ve collectively decided that our children, we must cherish
Even in prisons, those who hurt kids mysteriously perish

Children are innocent, mischievous and cruel
Your sadness are their tears; your frustration is their fuel
We can never relive our own childhoods,
The feelings of experiencing the world, differentiating the bad from the good
Those days are lost to the eternally ebbing tides of times

But there are children today, living in a different world, living the same lives we did all those years ago
Slowly learning to learn, live and grow
Our only responsibility is to take care of the seeds we sow
Time takes care of the ebb and flow

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