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jayaraman balasubramaniam

(6TH MARCH 1952 / SALEM, INDIA)

CHILDREN’S DAY


Children’s day, we celebrate to-day! - Our
Hero of independence’s Birth day!
Independence in our Children gone!
Love to play in open, again to born!
Drug use in schools and collages seen!
Rapes occur, so called fashion, I mean!
Education in etiquette a must and share!
Nation is in high time to be aware!
Smiling faces seen, but not face to face!

Days to come, try to escape them from stress!
Avoid pressure on them, to be always fresh!
Yield the fruits from budding roses, I wish!

Submitted: Thursday, November 14, 2013

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To-day being a children's day in India.The birth day of national leader Jawaharlal Nehru. the First PM of India.

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