Innocence is the Fruit of Childhood

 

People today have many faces

leading lives without any traces

there’s no one face anymore

it was only, when they were four

when their face was bright as sunshine

things brought smile were less than a dime

they eat, drank and played with everyone

but now keep looking for that, some ‘one’

they loved everyone without a thought

hugged each other even when they fought

to them now adds each year

a different face with a thick layer

the face of smartness and desperation

in search of millions to joy and recreation

wishing every day to go back in years

tired of guilt and living in fears

longing everyday to be happy like a child

searching for innocence among the wild

this is what people are doing today

forgetting their roots and old play

though none can pierce into the thick

that is thickened each year with a new trick

so once all grown cannot be rooted out

tentacles grow in us just as the sprout

still there’s something even if we ‘re done

out of so many faces just pick any one

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