The Child Within Poem by Tribhuvan Mendiratta

I went to the garden of untroubled thought
I wished again to enter, and explore
The sweet, wild ways with unstained bloom inwrought,
Beneath bowers of innocence with beauty fraught,
But some purer voice I needed to hear Before
I dared to tread that garden loved of yore,

Suddenly within the gate I saw a child, -
Appeared known-child, yet to my heart most dear;
The child held my hand, and softly smiled
With eyes that knew no shade of sin or fear:
'Come in, ' he said, 'and play awhile with me; '
'I am the little child you used to be.'