Innocence - An Autobiography Poem by Shouvik Roy
Innocence - An Autobiography
I don't know when I was born,
Maybe when humanity didn't exist.
I was lost, in the senses of the insentient beings;
Always trying to find something.
Then came the humans, and I found my worth.
I found my place in the stone man's child
And the warmth of the fire made,
Since then I am multiplied.
I am the newborn's cry and the old man's last grin;
The blue of the ocean, red of the fire;
Half Bent bough of the golden tree to the ground,
Yellow no more, I am coloured brown
Once the air smelled of me, and the soil whispered my name;
I was serenity, I was beauty;
But for years I was harmed
And my luster has happened to dim.
And then came the bullets
With their sharp faces drilling my reality;
I felt lonely, for no one remembered me,
Puffed with the grey smoke far I went
Now I doubt myself, have I ever existed?
But when that sudden qualm would arise
I would find myself in the smile of a mother
With her child, I am still alive…
Right you are.Innocence is no more.Only in infancy and in second childhood, in the smile of the mother with her child or in abstract things innocence may be found.There is a ray of hope in it.
True...... in this selfish world people have to kill their innocence to survive... loved the way u expressed this... :) keep expressing!
and you will continue to be alive... it's a circle and we go round n round!
This is one of the best poems I have read recently! We all terribly feel the loss of innocence from this world! ! But it lingers some where, some how....It is not yet time to sing its dirge......!
Your poems are so emotionally tied to them. You could vividly see you in this poem reminded me of another poem the fisherman by kurt brown. Great Job!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 7:15:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Loved the expression. It's true that in this mean and selfish world one has to surrive no matter how. You are very talanted and I enjoyed reading your poems. Keep up the good work.