A little girl runs in the mud

Splashing the water

Freshly sprinkled from the sky

Laughing, enjoying, jumping

Her ponytail dances

With her movements

Movements which express joy

How innocent she looks!



Then she picks a pebble

Drops it forcefully

Delights in the splash and ripple

Her pretty frock gets soiled

But little does she care

For she has not grown
To care for her appearance

She is oblivious to all pretense

How innocent she looks!




Her pretty frock

Fit for her fragile self

Blows in the direction

Of the light zephyrs

To and fro

It clings to her chubby legs

How innocent she looks!




Her little feet

Covering short distances

She stretches out her hands

To pluck the blue bells

Panting, yet enjoying

Every moment of life,

Just like the breeze

Free, pure and exuberant

Just like the spirit of exultation

Which makes her own world

A world where only happiness exists

So close to Nature




What gestures of innocence

Mother Nature bestows to a child

A child- untainted

Unknown to the horrors

Of our new civilization,

Oblivious to the blows of life

The pretty girl will grow up

To step out of her shell

Which protected her from all blows

Ah! How sad it will be

To see the same girl

Tainted, innocence faded;

To see her now,

As a picture of "faded innocence"

For faded innocence she shall be.












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