No child is born with a frock and a mitten,
neither do they know how to play with a kitten,
nor they are aware of whatever hidden,
They are like fresh sunlight to pick the forbidden,
to Teach them how to speak is fair,
to teach them how to behave is better,
to teach them how to be kind is a wonder,
what is the point to teach them to be in fear?
An angry person who is not merciful and dear,
looking at people with the pH meter to monitor,
not letting them to enjoy the nature half naked,
what is the point to teach the children about such sacred?
Children are pure as the snow in Alps,
when they are born new with such hopes,
not to taint them with paints of false doctrines,
Leave them alone and let them have some peace.
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