A Child Or A Temple - Poem by Chan Mongol

When I see a child, I see the God’s face; I focus there to worship, to embrace! A child is peaceful and blissful what I smell; A child is sacred with the beauty of an Angel! ! I can throw away a flower to hold a child; I can give up all comforts to live in the wild! I will hold a child’s hand before a woman; I will fight against a child beater, Satan! I want to change my habit and stop…
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Cycle - Poem by Chan Mongol

Disabled man cries then, dries and tries to rise; Same life in different days differently, guys! Cycle of a life can’t move only by own engine; Needing outer oxygen, petrol, gas benzine! Trillions of cycles needed for a life to undergo; The Sun sources to make water to…