Lawarga Itirka


Laments Of Adulthood - Poem by Lawarga Itirka

They know not of cares,
They know not of the world,
They know not of troubles,
They know not of dearth,
An innocence so sweet...
An innocence divine...
With laughter no tears...
No duties that bind.

With dreams galore,
With dreams so sweet,
With dreams of heroes,
With dreams of treats,
No nightmare of proportion...
No nightmare of magnitude...
Assail their little hearts...
Forcing them to fortitude.

I wish i was a child,
I wish i could be free,
I wish there were no nightmares,
I wish for only dreams,
To be filled with the courage...
To be filled with the valour...
That only a youngster...
Can ever truly savour.

For in this cruel world,
For in this wicked life,
For in this miserable trench,
For in all this crazy strife,
If we could all imagine...
If we could all believe...
That joy is forthcoming...
Oh! what I’d give to be a child!


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 22, 2010



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