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Childhood is a door of Innocence,
Here mischevious activities lyies in between Ignorance.
They have fragile hearts,their delicate talks,
Their dreams so vast,instant reaction very fast.
Having empty stomach whole day,
No worry about food children busy in play.
Talking so much is their hobby,
Breaking vases in the loby.
Mother shouting in irritation,
But their tricks are in collaboration.
Those days are valuable for everyone,
Those mischievous days are even missed by every humble person.
Apart from childhood no stage is best,
Only this stage is joyfull,
rest is very worst.
By: Sheetal Pandita
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very well written...
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So much thanks @gurjyot_singh ji..
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superb piece of writing
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Thanks a lot dear Priya Batra

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