Beautiful Chaos The love, the life, that beautiful sight. They play, they slay, sometimes obey. Sometimes quiet, sometimes fight. They laugh, they cry, sometimes shy. Sometimes sweet, they are a treat. They care, they scare, but always there. They hug, they kiss, the purest bliss. They are pure, my cure for every pain I endure. They are smart, sometimes not. They are the shoulders when in need; they are soldiers indeed. They stumble, they fumble, but always stay humble. The truth they tell, with confidence they dwell. They are weak but strong; they are tiny and whiny. They don’t care if not polite, they always dare to be upright. Little humans in my home, the tiny little storm. I see across their eyes, beautiful chaos in sight. They grow, they glow, with life they flow. But little did they know, they were and are my beautiful, sweet chaos. Mohammed Izaan Khan 1B
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