The Innocence. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The little boy saw me near a bush
Where I tried my luck to catch a frog
Hearing the cry, and seeing me
He came to me to catch my hood
Which I properly took the position
To save me from danger, apprehended
His smiles, so fascinated me
I saved him by prompt escape in jungle
Otherwise a touch of me I can't imagine
I knows the child's play very well
A little bite of mine will be the end
That I saved the little one, in time
They are the innocent ones always.