Change Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni

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Funny it is though
To know
That in the recent past
There was a time
When I did not know
How to count
Because I did not understand
Anything I said or heard.
I was all pure and precious,
An epitome of innocence
Cast in the finest gold;
Hard to believe
That I was once unspoilt.
Funny isn't it,
It had to be me.

Wednesday, August 26, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: transformation
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