This document describes the author's experience seeing a young child whose life details were unknown to them. Over the course of 22 sentences, the author lists things they did not know about the child, such as their name, birthplace, likes and dislikes. Despite not knowing anything specific about the child, the author expresses a willingness to sacrifice their life for the child and all children, recognizing them as God's most precious creations who will always be loved.

1. GOD'S MOST PRECIOUS CREATION
I didn’t know who was his mother; the irrefutably sacrosanct womb which had
evolved his impeccable contours,
I didn’t know who was his father; the revered principles of which; circulated faster
than white lightening in his tender veins,
I didn’t know what was his name; the initials he incoherently embossed with his
immaculately sweet little fingers,
I didn’t know what was his birthplace; the color of the cradle that must have
witnessed his overwhelmingly surreal mischief,
I didn’t know what religion he belonged to; the inexplicable conglomerate of
scriptures that were chanted on him; when he was just born,
I didn’t know the exact date of his cherished birth; the exact second when even the
God's in the Universe must have inevitably stooped down to witness his
Omnipotent grace,
I didn’t know the words which he might have uttered just a minute ago; the
rhapsodically innocent voice which must have incredulously enlightened the pallid
atmosphere,
I didn’t know what were his likes and dislikes; the games he adored the most; the
delicacies he delectably nibbled with his freshly protruding jaws,
I didn’t know what was his shoe size; the fabulously spongy rubber which tickled him
voraciously on his diminutive feet,
I didn’t know what were the fantasies circulating through his vulnerable mind; the
dream floating ebulliently in his inconspicuously beautiful brain cells,
I didn’t know who was his sister; the tiny angel who incessantly frolicked with him in
the corridors of unsuspectingly playful fantasy,
I didn’t know why was he crying indefatigably; the things that mattered the most
to his mesmerizing heart,
I didn’t know the identity of his naughty friends; the robust chinned tiny stalwarts
with whom he spent countless hours every single day,

2. I didn’t 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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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 didn’t know the amount of milk he consumed; the fraternity of taste besieging
his daintily darling tongue,
I didn’t know what was the dwelling he inhabited; the celestial paths he transgressed;
as he bounced uninhibitedly under the flaming Sun,
I didn’t know what was his destiny; the uncanny map of lines embedded on his
mystically immortal palms,
And although I didn’t 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.