Poem

Innocence

Yash Kumar Singhal

30 Dec 2025 — 1 min read

A little sparkle, a shiny spectacle
Innocence was her virtue, her desire
We call this our soul
Holding her sterility

Sometimes though earth shatters
The land shifts subtly under the ground
Knee crumbles onto a fetal position
The stomach bounces in sense of doom

Yet the little sparkle, delightful in respect
Still clutches the spirit of innocence
Those who afford to look a bit far and deep
Would see wonders of innocence hidden deep
And all the good, and all the good we are
And all the good, and all the good we are to others

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