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Wish for My Tots

Budding years grow with no indifference.
If, stretch your arms giving all room,
stay content for everything you win and own

Every sphere of life holds something new,
awaiting to unfold till you blow.
Your every milestone is a riddle
 that you ply, in the kindergarten now.

Look out for a pleasure that make you smile,
your innocence for color, repulsive for bias,
might win few fellows for future endeavor.

Your head and nerve need its own harmony,  
to catch up the flow of life, with little efforts of cordial spin.
Your life cycle may rhyme as “Wheels of bus go round and round”.

Budding years wait for your own canvas,
to make no indifference in life.
Arise and awake to make your own choice of destiny
Oh! my little tots.