Today we celebrate Children’s Day because it was Jawaharlal Nehru’s {India’s first Prime Minister} birthday. He loved little children. Who doesn’t, eh? Their innocence and honesty instill hope in humanity. When they’re part of the family, we feel protective and re-live the most carefree days of our lives once again, through them. Their simple uncomplicated non-manipulative behaviour and emotions inspire us to be better human beings like we’ve always wanted to …before adulthood took over!

Oh, please don't let it die To that cheerful voice, please don't make me say goodbye Unrealistic as it may be It's what keeps me happy Oh, please just let it be Sure, it believes in unicorns and fairies But tell me, are you willing to accept reality? Isn't it it better to swirl around in eccentricity? Oh, please keep it alive The voice and heart of that child within, inside Through all the hurts and pains, it still refuses to learn And for love, peace and true joy, it yearns Oh, please just let it stay alive You don't always have to listen to it; just let it survive It sways with the wind; does'nt really have a say Is indecisive and not grounded , goes by feeling and follows others' blindly, their way They influence our decisions That innocent voice has only pure intentions Sure, it may lead us to doomsday But honestly, I would'nt have it any other way I've been child-like all through my life Not childish or irresponsible; in fact with meticulous discipline, I'm ripe I'm sure, you can gauge by the artistic creativity And my nonsensical romantic utopian poetry I don't intend to hurt anybody I'm just trying to make my experience on earth happy I sway with innocent emotions But they're never evil or maleficent I'm not following the herd I choose to learn the hard way, my own alphabet and words I love learning, but not through indoctrination I learn by rich experiences and situations What good is life if you never experience Not learning any more than the standard template and variant I seek peace, joy, love, purpose and to enhance cognizance Not the usual route, money, glory or dominance Because in my heart, I'm still a child And though I'm responsible, I'm timid yet wild That's where my true essence lies And I'll never be ready to let it die So Happy Children's Day Be responsible, but take risks and PLAY!
- RUELHA www.ruelha.com © Copyright Protected. All Rights Reserved
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Live it up my sweet Indian orchid. Love and a full feeling post. What can I say?… Enjoy Rue, eternal beauty and pristine heart. Oh I could be a poet hahaha take care and all the best Rue.
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Ah, that “full” feeling. Thanks, David. You’ve always been so kind and supportive. 🙂 Happy Holidays to ya my friend. 🙂
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Happy Holidays Ruelha … Enjoy!
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Lovely picture, Ruelha. And happy Children’s day. 🤗
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Thank you, Mercy. To the child in us all! 🙂
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Yeah. 😁
Merry Christmas in advance. 🤗
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i’ll Make This Short And Sweet
Like Any GRoWinG Love Tree
Dear Rue Before Katrina
Chastises me
Evergreen
Quite
Loudly
For Running
Late to Church…
Seeing Through EYes
oF A Loving Child Is Seeing
Through God For Real As We
Continue Inhaling Peace Exhaling
Love
For Real Now
Unconditionally…:)
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Beautifully said, Fred. 🙂 Hope you didn’t get late though.
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Thanks Rue i
Haven’t Been
To Church
On Time in
Months Usually
Arrive Close to
The
Homily🙏😊
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Reblogged this on Ned Hamson's Second Line View of the News.
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Thank you for reposting my poem, Ned. 🙂
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Beautiful poem dear Ru. 😍😍😍 Hope all is well. And let me not forget to tell this, you look gorgeous 😘😘😘
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Thank you my sweet Preeths. All is well. Gearing up for Christmassssssss. Happy holidays, darling!
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You are a daughter of Jesus little sister. He loves you 🙂
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Aww, that’s such a comforting thought! I’m still a child to a few. 🙂 🙂 Thanks for that reminder, Brother Matt.
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