Those days were nice
With few innocent and some wise
Now, there are women too many
And men much more
But gone is the innocence and wisdom
That was there before
Now, the days are of fear
Fear of losing one’s self
Of losing gold and money from the shelf
Of losing power and respect
Of being a victim, culprit or suspect
For that undone crime
Thus, I pray in silence
That please come back days of wisdom
And of glorious innocence
With few innocent and some wise
Now, there are women too many
And men much more
But gone is the innocence and wisdom
That was there before
Now, the days are of fear
Fear of losing one’s self
Of losing gold and money from the shelf
Of losing power and respect
Of being a victim, culprit or suspect
For that undone crime
Thus, I pray in silence
That please come back days of wisdom
And of glorious innocence
Amen!! Hope your wish comes true..
ReplyDeleteHmm Ranita I really do hope so....
DeleteNice poem, Brad!
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DeleteChildhood was so blissful!
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poem is nice....but i think todays world is of dominating n controlling opinion n so called wisdom buy means of media n literature......
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Deletenice poem.....but i think todays world is abt collective(political or religious) wisdom n not individual wisdom. dats d thing which i making world blood thirsty
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