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Child

Raising little pinkish hands

to pose piously in prayer,
you neither know how to start
nor to finish.

Seemingly, you have just been
bullied by others

with painful arms,
weeping your grief to mother.

Speechless dialogues
in fears and doubts,

giving ear to you quietly
is the greatest comforts.

A sense of grievance
could be pushed away.
A hint of gratitude

wipes off your teardrops.

Rubbing off the dust on knees,
you can stand up again, breaking through tears;

And then,
stepping forward in unconstraint with big strides.

“I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone
and give you a heart of flesh.”

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