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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Even if they try to pluck it, the flower submits itself onto their hands. If it happens to prick their heels, the thorn scorns itself all its life. The dream too thinks twice, gets filtered to go soft to be seated on their eyes. Once positioned on their lips, even the scariest of words come out as a melodious lisp. The hill river rushing downhill, mocking at birds, having heard their clean laughter repents for its pride and flows quietly to Madhes. Even If they fall during their play, the nature, having come under the spell of their creative sports, doesn’t know when they again start to play so full of jest. Believing that they fall unknowingly the ground, mostly, does not even hurt them. Even after the ages of exercise, not any flower could adopt the innocence of their smile. Instruments of music, after their company with music maestros for centuries, failed to acquire the sonority of their voice. If they smash, the flower vase assumes a smile while turning into pieces. For a chance to be spilled by their hands, anything they hold gets spilled itself full of happiness. For a chance to play with them, water forgets about its own colourlessness. I wonder – didn’t the creator really do injustice? With a power to defeat everyone without any battle, children are busy at play with the most beautiful moments of their life. Once they grow conscious of it, those moments will have gone away never to return to them. (Translated from original Nepali by Mukul Dahal)
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