Innocence

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By Zeenat Hussain

 

As the child looked with his eyes wide open,
I thought, on innocence I would write a poem;

Unaware of the sins committed by society.
Oblivious of death and calamity:

Playing with a toy gun in the hand,
As if the real one has not harmed the land;

Exist, does a lie, denied,
The solemn truth will always preside;

Early in the morning shall I arise…
To greet with a surprise;

The coin planted in my garden
Shall hurst into a tree?

With the money, chocolates I shall buy
And build a house, Hansel Gretel style