Children

a poem by Sathya N K

Wherever they are, they sparkle as dew.
Their presence mushroom’s like fragrance of a flower.
Their innocence clasp, oneself as gentle breeze.
Their laughter comes direct, from their heart, as rays of shining sun.
Their love is tender and categorical.
Their wants are a handful and thoughts so caring
They embody nothing but purity
They are the “Joy” in any family