Of all things lost...
When I was a small girl,
Joy made my heart unfurl,
When dad came home early,
Or mom called me a fairy,
With a sparkling eye I beheld every second,
The outside world was yet to beckon…
I've seen now the ways of the world,
Fought every battle life hurled,
Yet even as I hope for something unfeigned,
A sense of awe every time is ripped,
And a scar is deeply inked…
Till all that will remain is a cynical armour,
Of the wide eyed girl full of wonder.
With experiences that burden my shoulder,
Meaninglessly I drift and ponder,
On love and friends, that are gone,
On hopes and dreams bygone,
But of all things that I've lost,
I miss my Innocence the most...
I miss my Innocence the most...
Comments
awesome lines...
Super vocab and line of thought.
The best part is that its short and conveys so much.
The repitition of the last line is beautiful.
Mast hai Ramu.
@Param.. thanks so much :)
you must share what you have written!