Mystery And Innocence Are Not Akin…

He played in the backyard of the ignorance,
Covered with the blanket that adorned and defended him…

A heart full of love and the innocence,
Eyes so bright that saw the world so bright and pure…

Then came the wind and an ugly storm,
Drowning the innocence for ever and ever…

He stepped into a new world of wonders,
A world so confused between right and wrong…

Watching silently how things moved around him,
Silently he saw his happiness go far from him in repentance…

A new lesson he learned today was,
Mystery and innocence are no more akin anymore…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag