Spring of life: childhood
Sun shining in the cradle,
Those little feets try hard to paddle.
Innocence and chastity opening it's wings,
Those tiny footsteps rushing towards the swings.
Mischievous yet pure,
There is no ailment which their smile cannot cure.
Their eyes glooming with dreams,
They look like colourful fishes swimming in clear streams.
It is the junction of childhood,
Where these toddlers stood.