The Province Of Babes Poem by Varghese J Kuttikat

Your innocence may trap you, O, my baby
Yet innocence fills the air
With irresistible sweetness seductive
Which even saints might envy
The sweetness the victorious noble
Have lost repeatedly and reclaimed heroically
That is the way sinners turn into saints
Probably darkness is driven to exile
Quite dexterously by militant mortals
Aspiring for immortality in a light-sodden moment
The elders must learn how to forgive innocence
Is that a folly? , If so, saints are wise fools
For they experience the glory of rising up after repeated falls
And that is precisely the province of babes.