Elegy For Innocence Poem by ashok jadhav

We mourn the innocence that once was ours,
Soft as the morning mist on quiet fields;
Unmarked by fear, untouched by harsher hours,
Its gentle heart bore all the world's appeals.
It laughed before the weight of knowledge fell,
Believed in good where doubt had never tread;
Its trust was pure, a fragile, tender shell,
That kept the light alive where shadows spread.
But time demanded payment, sharp and cold,
And innocence was called to give its due;
The world imposed its lessons, harsh and bold,
And left behind a wiser, quieter view.
Yet in our hearts, though lost to growing years,
It lingers still—in memory, smiles, and tears.