I drew up a paper and sketched a car,
And told them that it will take us to a star,
But they didn’t understand.
I showed them a rose with beautiful folds,
And asked them to see the pleasure it holds,
But they didn’t understand.
I told them that it gives so much happiness even in pain,
To smell the fragrance of the earth during the first rain,
But they didn’t understand.
I showed them paintings of countryside,
And pointed out the secrets they hide,
But they didn’t understand.
And then I gave up,
And then I grew up,
And then I wept,
Away in the night,
And then I cried,
Over the lost innocence,
And I mourned,
Through the darkness.
For
The grown ups didn’t understand,
The pleasure in simple things on this land.
Shreni has an impeccable flow of thoughts. i never came across a poetry before, so simple yet so profound. Gd.
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