Witness to children’s quarrel,
Saw them roll like a barrel,
Heard them shout and cry,
For no reason why?
Pulling each others ‘hair,
Screwing one another’s’ ear
Bashing,slapping and hitting ,
It is nothing but violence.
A few hours later,
Saw them in a close quarter,
Playing merrily in the garden,
Jumping across the fence laden,
With closed bars of iron,
Hugging each other with love,
Holding hands as friends,
Smiling ,joking and cheering,
It is nothing but affection.
I was a witness to that,
I am a witness to this,
I know not what it is all about?
I assume it is child like.
Yes, Children teach us,
To be simple and true.
