The But of Childhood

Rising from the innocense,

Walking with no common sense,

Jumping with all joyful essence,

Childhood never needed to think of sense.

If you think,

That childhood never thinks,

Change what you think.

Since it's only the childhood,

Which not just thinks,

But also links.

You can feel the empathy,

In a child's sympathy,

When his mother slogs tirelessly.

Childhood grows and turns to teens,

Children may loose innocence,

But not the self esteem.

Teen or adult,

Childhood always reverts,

In every age and every pulse,

With all the innocense, will power and rut,

Childhood is better known as gut,

And when the age covers,

The innocent wonders,

It's the 'but' of childhood,

Which stays, and keeps repeating in loop.