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My Son Kumar Karthikeya
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There is a naughty boy,
A brilliant boy is he,
intelligent and determined
He takes in his knapsack
A book full of vowels
And a shirt
His eyes are bright,
eager and trusting,
He is my son,
Kumar Karthikeya
Come son
And hold the world like a Mirror,
I can see Prophecy,
That you are the best Son, |
| Our children are the most precious of our treasures, the dearest possessions of our homes and the objects of our most watchful love. |
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