Land of My Fathers Poetry Club

Innocence Stolen

Apple was an apple
Rose a rose
Bird a bird
No difference between the wild lion or the mild herd

Didn't know what's money
What's called marriages
And that everyone ought to marry
Mind was as soft as velvet, cool as ice, pure as a lily

Didn't interpret good, bad, dark, white
Everything was the same
All covered under a realm without any name
Day after day comprehended life richest to its core

Interpret many meanings of a single idea
Replaced by gravitational grave the gaiety and gala
Simplicity replaced proof
Extrovert remained aloof
Smile, laughter haunted by worries
and dilemma of life's memories sweet sour

No more the same innocence
Endurance or escalating elegance
Day after day everything lost somewhere
Untraceable in the air
Is this advanced education?
Scarcely reaps optima pacification

That steals its purity
Embedded, embellished in artificial sophistry
The woe is indescribable
Never erasable
That's eternally immemorial
That creates ripples ... bubbles ... whirls

Ms Gargi Saha


Last Modified on: 05-12-2018