oru canvasil pathinja kuttykalam.
(..Childhood is a fountain welling,Trace its channel in the sand,And its currents, spreading, swelling,Will revive the withered land.Childhood is the vernal season;Trim and train the tender shoot;Love is to the coming reason,As the blossom to the fruit.Tender twigs are bent and folded --Art to nature beauty lends;Childhood easily is moulded;Manhood breaks, but seldom bends. --David Bates)
oru canvasil pathinja kuttykalam.
ReplyDelete(..Childhood is a fountain welling,
ReplyDeleteTrace its channel in the sand,
And its currents, spreading, swelling,
Will revive the withered land.
Childhood is the vernal season;
Trim and train the tender shoot;
Love is to the coming reason,
As the blossom to the fruit.
Tender twigs are bent and folded --
Art to nature beauty lends;
Childhood easily is moulded;
Manhood breaks, but seldom bends.
--David Bates)