Childhood - Poem by Anika dang
There is a child in every heart
Who loves the world's every part
Who laughs out loud even on depart.....
Who is as pure as it's soul.....
Who distincts not in mine n all
Who welcomes all without any blog..
For whom every new idea is Ray in fog..
There is a child in every heart.....
Where is that child lost now?
Where has gone those innocent wows?
Where is the love river that use to flow?
Gone is the child with youth winds that blow....
When we were child we never prayed
No custom was there that we truly displayed
Love was the religion joy was the custom
It felt so full from within
We follow the religion and every custom
We are so near to gods Kingdom
But there is some desperation from within.....
IS this the aftermath of growing up? Or
Going to temples make u like that......
The answer is....
We are the seed of that white tree
That glows in the dark n sets u free
Deep within has lost our soul
Which was pure when we were small
As we grow it gets smudge
With jealous, hatred and judge..
This black tar hides the eternal shine
Restricts us from calling others mine
Day by day year by year
We dig ourselves which is hard to bear
Now when we know the cause
what step we take to make a pause
The thing is simple yet complicating
As the ego in us keeps dominating
Close your eyes, open them from within
Everything in you is deep dug in.....
The key is not of silver platinum or gold
But of unconditional love simple and old
Which was to the brim when we were small...
It is the time to wake up n call
Spread love n warmth to the ball (earth)
This will be the biggest favour on yourself
your heart will be filled with enormous smell
The birds will sing raindrops will glow
The whole cloud will be silver not just a tro....
The fountain of bliss will flow within
serenity n peace will luminate the shrin...
Let's witness the existence of heaven on earth
Let's get dead while alive in this birth.....
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