Look at the eyes whenever a child opens:
How clean, peace pouring and innocuous they are!
Oh! They alleviate acute ailments; breeze bliss, alas, what the fatal weapons,
Fierce forces and unlimited powers are seen succeeding rare!
Oh! Look at the smiles of a child,
You will soon blithefully realize, and blissfully find:
They are not, like the grown ups', motive-based, spurious, mean and wild;
They never seduce you for sin or immorality; rather move you to be ever pure, virtuous and kind!
Oh! Look at the game whenever a child plays:
You will not feel that emit stenches of malpractice, or any other evil influence;
But, alas, the same stinks foulest in the grown ups’ vicious and enigmatic frays,
Changing diametrically and drastically its sweet, serene and sportive ambience!
Look at the demand when a child makes
Very unlike a grown up begs, entreats and cries,
Which relent your heart, and conscience shakes.
Thus, grant you and agree, and he wins the prize.
Look at a child when he submits and prays
With pursed palms and a feather-light heart,
For, he enjoys it being one of His sublime rays;
No desire, no fear, no anxiety and no dirt!
But, all these happen as long as he is a child alone,
Alas! Forgets he all as he switches over to a state mine own
Indulges in indecency, irrationality and indiscretion
Shuts thus he up himself the heavenly door of emancipation!
©Shankar D Mishra 03 .03.2017
Email id: shankardmishrapoet@mail.com
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