Pathu, Malu,
Vishnu, Kitchu, Adithya,
all kids,
pretty, handsome
all companions.
Main hobby
playing pranks on
each other and
elders
all incarnations of
innocence
indelibly imprinted
on each other’s face
innocence glinting
in each other’s eyes.
As the evenings approach
the twilight sun
the yellow sun
starts to weave
scintillating, glowing, lengthy
shawls flying with the winds
kids come out of
their houses
each
starts celebrations
hide and seek games
singing, dancing,
squabbling sometimes
getting friendly soon
forgetting the squabbles
just before
till their parents
call them
appearing at the gates
with the golden shawls
woven by the yellow sun
getting blackish,
my God,
how long these innocence
personified
continue to be like this?
With the march of time
even while
wishing to be
dreaming to be
children who refuse
to be grown-up,
they have to cross
the bridge from immaturity
to maturity losing
the yester years’ innocence
along the way.
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