How sweet the kids are, with their innocence and purity;
At their age, I wonder, would I have been that spirit free.
Living in their fairy world, committed to none,
Though for parents, raising them sometimes, is no fun;
Tender mind and hearts of theirs, oblivious of the world,
Can only be won by love, giving a glimpse of a better world.
Born explorer they are, questions everything with a never-ending curiosity,
From our answer arises another question, O God! their loquacity;
Back to my self I wonder, why we stop questioning when grown up,
The reason may be lack of trust in getting right answers or fearing a snub.