Questions of WHEN, WHAT, HOW, and WHY upon which we had earlier laughed suddenly changes into intellect. Then we start to define and limit those precious moments with logics and mature answers carved by our education. Education ends our innocence. Consequently, as we start to answer the aforesaid queries, our revived innocence deserts us. We are thus only left with reasons, arguments, questions and rhetoric. Our hilarity vanishes into thin air resembling a dream…an illusion.
When was the last time you laughed to the fullest without having to reasons to back it? Try as hard as you may to pretend that you laugh to the fullest every time you laugh, I scorn at stupidity. The only thing knowledge has done is aiding in creating pretences. These pretences are spoken by a fool and heard by the same. In its pursuit, mankind has lost something valuable…something we had not noticed until now; innocence. Thus I claim, we all are fools because emotions and moments of innocence we try to re-live can never be explained by reasons and arguments. It is a feeling deeper than anything.
When something over exceeds any limit, it becomes intolerable to bear. This is the break-even point where we ere to retreat the burdens and long to be who we once were…where everything was looked by eyes, words of innocence and amusement. This is when we long to be a child once again forever and live a life that colossally blossoms with the never ending fragrance of innocence.
Knowledge is power and important. I agree with it. However, in its pursuit, we’ve lost innocence. Likewise, we the mankind have lost the essence of emotions that were to be felt from the heart; not thought, defined, argued and limited by a defunct brain of logistic or mechanical approach.
Lamented Ode to Childhood
“Small wonders roam over these narrow lanes,
Innocent little kids who see the world with utter innocence,
While they roam and play, and wander around,
The sun above them shines in merry brightness,
Although those elderly walk to the temple doors,
And offer their respects to their creator,
Those small wonders are closest to the heavenly spirits,
With their innocent hearts that wonder a god.
An elderly thus lamented, for his childhood long gone,
Where he played and roamed, and wandered around…
Here and there, with nothing on his mind,
And no sorrow in his heart,
Oh! how beautiful life had then resembled,
When I wondered what is a cat!
Yet how quickly it has flown,
And left me with not a bit of my childhood innocence,
But now I know, a cat and a dog,
With distinct characters of their own,
Yet something flew right below me when I knew them,…
My childhood days with innocence overshadowing me.
Yet those little wonders, now with innocence etched on their faces,
Will be just like me,
Lamenting for their lost childhood days,
Considering how quickly life has flown…
Oh! What misery.
But I now wonder with innocence that at least is revived,
Who is closest to god forever long,
With the flowing time, a child alas! Grows to a man,
With no innocence left behind…grave deeds and the same intentions,
What a sorrow it is to say,
None of those mercied are close to god,
For between the heaven and the land below,
Vast winds and cool breeze blows!”
“Small wonders roam over these narrow lanes,
Innocent little kids who see the world with utter innocence,
While they roam and play, and wander around,
The sun above them shines in merry brightness,
Although those elderly walk to the temple doors,
And offer their respects to their creator,
Those small wonders are closest to the heavenly spirits,
With their innocent hearts that wonder a god.
An elderly thus lamented, for his childhood long gone,
Where he played and roamed, and wandered around…
Here and there, with nothing on his mind,
And no sorrow in his heart,
Oh! how beautiful life had then resembled,
When I wondered what is a cat!
Yet how quickly it has flown,
And left me with not a bit of my childhood innocence,
But now I know, a cat and a dog,
With distinct characters of their own,
Yet something flew right below me when I knew them,…
My childhood days with innocence overshadowing me.
Yet those little wonders, now with innocence etched on their faces,
Will be just like me,
Lamenting for their lost childhood days,
Considering how quickly life has flown…
Oh! What misery.
But I now wonder with innocence that at least is revived,
Who is closest to god forever long,
With the flowing time, a child alas! Grows to a man,
With no innocence left behind…grave deeds and the same intentions,
What a sorrow it is to say,
None of those mercied are close to god,
For between the heaven and the land below,
Vast winds and cool breeze blows!”
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