By Malcolm Little Black
To be grown is not the same as to be owned
By avarice and the likes, and all that they cloned.
To be carefree is not the same as running wild,
A few lesson we can learn from an unspoiled child..
There is no shame in letting out few tear drops
When events failed to deliver the desired crops.
Be bold in supplicating for all that you need,
And your wants, but heed not the charges of greed..
A moment of sadness gives way to a cheerful hearty laughter,
To live in the present is a gift served on a platter,
A trick every child has mastered so well,
It works miracle without a wand or the magic spell..
A child is alien to grudges, and the ordeal of men
And as such its happy moments are written with a golden pen.
There is no iota of doubt that paradise is children’s city
And also for the man who feeds his ego from the pot of simplicity..
A gaze into its tiny eyes reveals an open secret,
A child is unassuming, as free as a pipit.
Unburdened by worries that wrinkle the mind,
In this childlikeness its whole being is defined…
Uninfected by the hatred that plagues the humankind,
Religious bigotry, racism and all their kind;
Once indoctrinated its flames are tamed,
The tomorrow’s adult whose childlike glow is maimed…
Give that child a chance, the one in you,
The treasures of childhood can be reclaimed anew.
A beautiful world lies not solely in the hands of brethren,
But also with the man who still breathes like children.
