Lost innocence

Paradise in grains of sand
Ecstasy in drops of rain
Delight in the candies of 2 ana
Kisses to the cheerful playground hugging the little shoes
Hastily folded paper boats, the thousand Rs toys

That wide eyed innocence
The myriad colors of joy

Ingenuousness lost, ignorance brought
Without submission and with no consent

The same strands of mud, now dust and dirt
Driving away to shelter, the unpleasant rain
Candies? A big NO, health at risk with every tick
Tall enough to go on rides and take others for a ride
Paper play-Yes with stacks of Rupee notes for a secure future

Innocence gone by
Senses dulled
The day dreaming child
Craving for a peaceful slumber

The Gone by

Good times when they take shape
Vanish in a wink searching for a rapid escape

Volumes of book that once took us to zenith
Scatter as orphaned sheets in an old paper mart

Vibrant radiant blossoms upon the spring
Adore the bed for a last breath in the lung

Eddying waves of the mighty dreadful ocean
Linger frightfully silent at the crack of dawn

Music, even when the voices depart
Never from memory will they part

Is this abstract poetry?

Beautiful than I think
More beautiful than I can think
Do I call it the language of the world?
Or stance of my heart?

A medicine, a research area?
Art or science?
Bread butter for few!
A favourite past time for score!

No name to alter
No degree to relate
Nothing can it not express
It is Music, the art of muses!!!