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
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As kids we dont think, we just do.
As grown-ups we just think, we dont do.
Loss of innocence is not loss of childhood, it is only when we dont do as we think that we have really "Lost innocence".
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