Or it’s a bye-product thrown in the space
But this innocent face, its glace, its grace
Thanks giving for a surprise victory in a game
Confessing with smile and with a little shame
Attractive, heart catching an excuse though lame
In that to win the match dishonest she became
I do not see His face but I listen to His voice
I call Him Dear God, it’s my personal choice
Overlooking her confession and congratulating
Forces me to believe I had been under rating
The world where there’s beautiful smile of a child
May be a little naughty but cute and mild
Can neither be a bye product nor an accident
It’s man made, I’m sure, if there’s a dent.

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