Author Information
Innocence
Folder:
365 one poem a day INNOCENCE
Innocent watery eyes of a baby
The black disks floating in clear pools
They reflect the gruesome world
The baby sees the cowdung blobs
on the winding rural muddy streets
Mother is busy with picking up garbage
He puts his tiny chubby hand
Into the "evil smelling" dung
He doesn't care if it's smelly or gooey
Or if it may harm his health
His Innocence, his wealth
© bishu 16-8-16
I Pause For Truths
Truth painted
& well told
to the world.