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I didnt know who was his sister; the tiny angel who incessantly
frolicked with him in the corridors of unsuspectingly playful
fantasy,
I didnt know why was he crying indefatigably; the things that
mattered the most
to his mesmerizing heart,
I didnt know the identity of his naughty friends; the robust
chinned tiny stalwarts with whom he spent countless hours
every single day,
I didnt know the marks on his flesh since he emitted out his first
cry; the spots which bestowed him with astronomical good luck
in every unfurling aspect of
life,
I didnt know the school he went too; the clay which he fondled
with in his magical palms; to chisel the most alluring shapes
ever conceivable on this planet,
I didnt know the hours which he went off to sleep everyday;
deluging the ambience with baby snores; which were infact
larger than the chapter called life,
I didnt know the amount of milk he consumed; the fraternity of
taste besieging
his daintily darling tongue,
I didnt know what was the dwelling he inhabited; the celestial
paths he transgressed; as he bounced uninhibitedly under the
flaming Sun,
I didnt know what was his destiny; the uncanny map of lines
embedded on his mystically immortal palms,
And although I didnt know anything about him; I still could
sacrifice my life for him and infinite more of his kind this very
instant; as he was Gods most precious creation; would always be
loved for centuries unprecedented as a little child.