Child In Me.. Poem by Tiya Sen

There is a part of me that is still a child.
Whose imagination knows nothing but to run wild.
She frowns at me when I ignore my heart,
She hates me when I don’t give my best from the start.
She pushes me to have a little more faith.
She rushes me to fly away instead of wait.
She urges me to laugh a bit more.
But cries her eyes out when my soul is sore.
She dances with joy when I am caught being kind.
She reprieves when I am on the verge of losing my mind.
Even though I feel weary of this hideous and worldly way,
She keeps nagging at me to be better each day.
She still is untouched by the perversions of reality,
As she is locked up in my heart, so she never loses her purity.