কবিতার পাতা

The kids

-Daniela Marian

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I drew on a dry leaf a child with angel wings.

I will draw on the snow mantle a child with angel wings.

Children are the greatest treasures on earth and as fragile as angels

don’t touch them with a finger, just educate

them gently, because they will never forget if you, as a parent,or another adult, did something

bad to them, although they forgive you, but there will be scars in their soul and they will lose confidence in you.

Children are the light of their parents’ eyes.

Those childless parents should claim all the children in the world as their own to cover their sadness.

And you, an adult now, were you a child, were you so pure and innocent that it would hurt you in your soul, deep down, if you hit a child?

Children need healthy growth, to be fed organic diet, to grow strong and healthy, to be properly supported and guided in a good and useful path in life.

I love children like the light of my eyes and not only because I am the father and mother of a child, but because they are the most harmless and pure, they cannot defend themselves, the love unconditionally, they do not know what is

hatred and antipathy, nor what is blasphemy and revenge.

The country is also children’s, and they will rule destinies

they will become producers, doctors, legislators, orators, poets…

Respect the children so that you can be loved and respected.

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Introduction Poet-

* I am a poet from Romania with copyright, I published volumes of poems through the publishing houses as well as in magazines and anthologies with poets from the country and other rare ones.