That smell is a smell so dear to me,
A hint of childhood past.
One with even bad memory,
Would recognise at last.
If that past has passed your memory,
Then future be on your present.
But if the future is unsure,
You are sure to be unpleasant.
Abused and fatherless
Or pampered and spoilt.
The clues shrouded in
Your very own mind.
Do not be the one who abandoned,
Don’t be the one who achieves.
Be the one who has the will
To conquer your fears.
For only then you will grow,
Soul of child.
Genre: Motivational, Kids, History
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