A famous poem on Children.
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Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable. By kahlil gibran
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[ It is a self written poem by me. ]
How magnificent O' children thee are!
You touch the sun sleeping
And the day becomes brighter.
You blow into the nose of the Wind
And the winds start blowing gentle.
You smile with thy innocence
And the clouds go a far.
The seven seas cry with the waves in joy
When you touch their ringlets.
Flowers bloom on this land of sins
So heavenly that the gods do praise thee!
You play with all He creates;
Through thee He sleeps and He wakes.
How magnificent O' children thee are!
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