Innocence,
so precious and rare,
a mystical gift bestowed by God,
but do we really care?
A reflection of simplicity,
purity of heart, honesty,
the splendid aura touches the soul,
spreading a riot of joy untold,
in the mindless race against time
Let’s protect, preserve this treasure divine,
Innocence ain’t foolishness,
as most seem to perceive,
just a beautiful state of mind,
slow to judge, quick to forgive.
Meetu Mishra
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