The toddler breathing
love and only love, expires,
as adolescence knocks her
down memory lane,
conspiring in all the ways
to make her ready
for the real world,
totally free from infancy,
making her step
into a world of disbelief
where hatred wears
a mask of love
so that developing dreams
can die without pain.
16th February,2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem