Innocence

Rosy fresh blossoms, show up at my door,

The sweet smiling faces, we love and adore.

The twinkle in their eyes, soft and so sure,

 A special precious pleasure, pious and so pure.

     

Spreading cheery arms,

"Come to me sweethearts!"        

 In fraction of a moment encircle our hearts.

      

 Frisky tiny feet scurry round all  around,

 "Run Bapu, run!" The gleeful singing sound.

 

 Who is chasing whom? A simple silly race,

 Childhood runs to us, gathers in embrace.

    

 Sparkling shiny smiles, a blissful resonance,

 Darling little ones hold divine innocence.