The angels that never fall
But treads, treads, treads
On the filthy foul roads
Of cruel cynical world.
Adult life is a quicksand
That does drown, drown
The purity we had grown
In the cradle of infancy.
We grow beside the weeds
That eats, eats, eats, eats
Leaves of our holy feats
With stern teeth of sin.
We, the adults of earth,
Just sink, sink and sink
In the dark Satanic ink.
Saintly children never fall.
It's a message and a glance at the hectic world...well written... Good poem
Thanks for Appreciating and liking this piece. This is a message to the world that children are always divine and needed to be cared. Thanks again.
I have always liked communicating the message passed here, nice piece....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for such wonderful comments, Vipins. I am glad that you liked this piece.