To the Kids By My Door

Little youngsters, with so much grace Wonderful ones, with a cute lip written on their faces And a fascinating eye brow drawn on their gazes A simple emotion drips in their phrases Incredible in many ways Beautiful flowers that play 'hit me' in the rain For the farmers, they are salvaging helpers that pick grains And for me, they are angels on my window's pane To those kids, Who looks like beautiful cultivated flowers on the field Troubling me till smile when I feel bad Coming with flowers that made my old house glad Now when I shifted With me their beautiful faces, and astonishing names drift Those naughty little force, a bunch of gift Wonderful kids, I miss you all