Many children are ignorant
To the pain in the world.
Some know pain but most don't
still continuing to laugh and play.
Happy were the days when I didn't know why dad left,
Happy were the days when I didn't know the difference between right and wrong.
A child's ignorance will be well missed,
When the grow up into a world of horror.
Blessed is that small child,
So happy and yet so delicate,
Living a life only known to them.
Happy is the ignorant child.
A child's ignorance will be well missed, When the grow up into a world of horror. Blessed is that small child..............................You have grown up my friend and have realized the true nature of the world................Writing dripping with wisdom...............
Dear Amy, Innocence and ignorance.....ignorant because dont know.........innocent because dont want to be something ugly....or by nature is it so..............pain is felt......only then it is pain...........unfelt pain is no pain...........tht is even when something is lost, only when it is pointed out and when u think of it, it eats u, , , , , , , , , let the blessed be ignorant and innocent......let us also be children...........let papas or mamas go............the world is ours..........we will find a way out with the help of humane gods........or human gods
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a child lives in a very natural world..till it grows to get shocked with artificial relationship...lovely thought in this poem