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Innocence - An Autobiography

Rating: 4.9
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…
Shouvik Roy
Sunday, June 24, 2012
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COMMENTS
The Reader 14 July 2012
An impressive autobiography of Innocence personified!
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Valsa George 11 July 2012
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......!
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Natasha Hochar 29 June 2012
Straight to the heart
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Pheko Motaung 27 June 2012
A masterly crafted masterpiece! Keep on writing
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Amy Collins 26 June 2012
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!
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Meena Mustafa 25 June 2012
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.
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Indira Babbellapati 25 June 2012
and you will continue to be alive... it's a circle and we go round n round!
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Shikha Shah 25 June 2012
True...... in this selfish world people have to kill their innocence to survive... loved the way u expressed this... :) keep expressing!
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Neela Nath Das 24 June 2012
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.
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