Our Children
Our Children
Our children.
Yes, they are our children.
Not only mine, yours or theirs.
They are our lovable little ones.
Your child, my child, their child,
What’s the difference?
In depth, the difference is us.
Like how we nurture them to be.
Thus, we are the divergence.
Let’s them be perfectly ‘the Children’.
Best is not to divide them with ‘US’.
Love every children.
All children deserve to be loved and taken care of.
They are the most unadultered noble form of humans.
They need us.
So, let’s give them ‘US’.
Regardless of biological bonds,
Children are the absolute innocent purest form of love.
They are greater than the games of genetics.
They are how we love and raise them.
Don’t let the genes fool us.
Genes just play their roles.
The premier artist of children’s life is us,
Thereupon, every time the artist plays good,
Surely, the art too shines eminent.
Since, the arts are the imitations of the very own artists.
There are millions of uncarved lone arts living all over the world,
In wanting of an artist to shape and paint them with love.
Be the best artist to bring up the best art.
Be a kind and creative artist,
to give a colorful life for at least a lone art in this huge world.
Hail Adoption!
Adoption;
Let it not be a second or third option.
Let it be the first option.
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