Streak Of Innocence Poem by Meetika Srivastava

Streak of innocence

The purest form of innocence lies inside a child’s heart –abode to pure emotions …nurture the soft, tender heart inside of you and grow with time and learn with life and that is how the streak of innocence survives that was gifted to us all.
For a child all are friends and no foes.
With laughter and mirth the life glows.
A child is a child neither white nor black.
Inside him is divine and in him he shine.
Tiny tiptoed or crawling feet, walking falling but not failing.
Learning the strides and enjoying the rides and sliding.
The whole planet is one Alice's wonderland!
Playing around with Mickey Mouse and Doll House.
With the stories of Tom and Jerry and Duck~Tales,
Life is a bundle full of beautiful fairy tales.