I walk through a street,
Silence it doesn't have.
Noise of the infants,
The innocent kids!

Stopped are my feet,
Vary they behave!
Mind goes joyous.
Oh, the glee of the kids!

Dense is the place,
But serene it is.
In the core of the society,
Yet all apart!

Smiles all around,
Amid the funny quarrels.
In the swamp,
I have found the lotuses bloom!

So I intend to stay,
To cherish the blossoms.
Now I take a halt,
As I love, when
This innocence walks in.
Tranquil is this world!

- Caveat Lector

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