Befriended Innoconce

The beauty of innocence is so imbibed with the amount of divinity we cherish as a child...  Innocence has always purified everything around us.... Yet it is robbed, made to compromise, give up.. or simply laughed or made fun off for being so.... Sometimes we don't realize when we lost all that innocence that shone in our smiles... neither do we think it is important to let it be a part of us anymore... All we care is about things which don't really matter in real... and forsake the essence of being who we are.. seems like we have lost the art of playing with simple useless things....that once brightened our dull eyes...
This poem rejoices on a child.. his innocence.. his simple joy... simple desires..and his start of a journey to the real world.....




"Walking down this lane, two streets away from home
came a world I had been so unknown.
Children played on streets, read under midnight lamp
with their family under a roofless shalom.


Lost in his world was a child smiling alone,
gazing at a toy lying not too from his home.
A glimpse of joy that irked the need
impulsive enough to steal it, for his greed.


Glorious did he feel to touch his innocent dream,
both laughed and clapped with a tap on the toy's back.
This thing had bought his innocence alive
that made him smile and joy en thrive..


Living in the drain with creatures so more,
this toy felt like his dream adored.
In the nick of time  did he realize
that his little owned joy was to be bribed...


Bribed with a mere deal that stole his jive,
jolted his happiness in those moon lite eyes.
Darkness beyond and screams grew on
amid-st the owner and the family he belonged.


Standing numb with eyes pinned on his clown toy,
tears rolled by as the pain brimmed on.
With each fresh strike tearing his tender skin apart
to drain the warmth within and flow overt...


His breath felt hard, gasping for his dream
wished , he could hold it back as his cream.
Minutes apart he felt the pain in his heart
to make known, all that he longs can never be owned...
For his destiny but wants him to pay a lot,
sometimes with his innocence and sometimes with dreams alone...."


Kirthi