The Age of Innocence

And the age of innocence as they say
Shall wither and dry away some day
Though I promise to keep it alive in me
It would be hard for many to believe
I’d smile as lively I do so now
The child in me shall still throb
I’d fly like a bird and play all day
Won’t let the troubles take over me anyways
And the sunshine face shall always beam
The winter frost wouldn’t take over me
Sweet words on life I’d always speak.

I feel free. As if not belonging to the world
I feel content in my little space-
I can call my very own.


Images: Purvasha Mansharamani


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