Of all phases of the human life
There is one unblemished by painful memories
One undisturbed by life's hassles
It is unperturbed by the hustle of livelihood
Not even the anxiety of future unknown is known
It holds bliss unequalled
And happiness untainted
It is that phase that remains a cause
of pleasant memories in years after.
Childhood is a phase as pure as snow.
As precious as gold.
*04/11/2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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