Babes long for parental love,
Children love playing with peers...

A millipede about a furlong long
With segmented body quite strong...

My dear son, dear son
Look at the bees busy...

It is like:
A home...

O, Innocence!
Where have you gone...

A source of great happiness she is,
An aura of freshness she brings...

Childhood moulds and unfolds
The personality one later holds...

Man is born
In this world...

Doctors put on
White aprons...

O, Peace,
The whole world clamours for you...

The honest and the good
Live here unknown...

New year has come
People are jubilant...