Our Innocence Is Our Great Gift. Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore

Dancing on the lanes of
the cobbled village ways,
feeling the magic of the forest

away from the eyes of my parents,
I walk stealthly like alittle thief
plucking cashew mangoes
and the wild beautiful flowers.

In the school, I went to my friend
and gave her the cashews
and the flowers I picked up.

She smiles..and the joy of this smile
is still lingering inside my soul.

Our innocence is our great gift.
(Purposely mixing up the present tense and the past tense) .