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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=404247" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Being small child</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was not afraid of being small child<br>As father was so gentle and mild<br>Mother too had full quota of affection<br>Everything was laughed out as my childish action</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes I used to feel embarrassed<br>I was not bitten but always kissed<br>Taken in arms and rounded at all places<br>I knew little why they all had smile on faces? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Everybody was ready to take me out<br>I had no chance to talk or think about<br>I was pleasure girl and liked by all<br>They will be courteous and give me fine call<br> <br>If the days had wings I would have preferred<br>To remain as child and waited to be conferred<br>All precious gifts and great smiles with love<br>Stay with me comfortably and finally drove</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I remember holding parent’s hand <br>For me there was never any end<br>It was just beginning and I was just following<br>I was restricted to move with caution of slowing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have gathered the strength and started to move<br>I had to only advance with age and nothing to prove<br>The days are passing like rain and am coming off fast<br>I don’t remember when it was over and did last<br> <br>Those memorable days over<br>There is no more fathers’ cover<br>No one scolds me for any action<br>I find hardly any reaction</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some new shape is taking place in my womb<br>Father is with me and slowly leading me with thumb<br>There is generation gap and I am simply following<br>I try to slip in sweet memory but it not allowing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I may be mother in few weeks<br>My child may definitely seek<br>Some protection and advice<br>Would her/his deeds suffice? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I need not struggle hard to find<br>The past days have gone with the wind? <br>I should learn how to be generous and very kind<br>Not to follow it as routine or as blind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was shown the middle path to go safe and slow<br>In the same way I will try for my child to grow<br>The same treatment and same love for unborn<br>That is not the worry for me or whole concern</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is complete cycle and likely to be repeated<br>The main purpose is never going to be defeated<br>I think nothing goes against unless you opt<br>You must be willing to accept the fact and be very prompt </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>*How close we are to know about being nice flower”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Hasmukh+Amathalal">Hasmukh Amathalal</a><div class=q>
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As father was so gentle and mild
Mother too had full quota of affection
Everything was laughed out as my childish action

Sometimes I used to feel embarrassed
I was not bitten but always kissed
Taken in arms a..."></div>
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