Innocence

Poem by

Zeenat Iqbal Hakimjee.

 

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

 

Writer is a poet and has written a book titled  H A R M O N Y a collection of poems.

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