I do not want to grow matured because maturity will rob me of my innocence and inject me with cunningness. I do not want those glittering watered eyes aiming at others possession, worth, wealth and any thing he has. I do not want the sly-fox-hood. A jackal like name stripe, or wolf like jaws, I must avoid at every cost.
I like the jumps of a lamb , playing down the plains. I love the twittering birdies. I love the dawnig first rays coming down the earth to awaken me and all.
The untouched unfelt morning dew that slept calmly along with my robust dreams still innocent, untouched,unfelt, I love the morning dew.