Death Of Innocence - Poem by Harsh Joshi
Days had come and gone,
but I had never known
The real pleasure of childhood
The joy, that I never understood.
Chubby face with an innocent smile,
Irresponsible and fearless was the style.
Neither frustration of loss,
nor the excitement of gain.
The life passed, as smooth as
tiny little drops of rain.
Time passed and gave me senses,
which led to all the offences.
Now I had an glittering eye
Happy at gain, for loss, I would cry.
'Death of innocence'
led to birth of a hypocrite.
No more I saw the world,
with such that innocent smile.
Memories I left, were a great lack,
All I wanted now, was my childhood back.....
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