The Early Years Poem by vamsi krishna

this is a continuation of my poem innocence

the baby as he grows
he sees the world around him change
parents become silent in frot of him
the emotion of anger is still new
but many more things he dosent know


he is a follower of the phrase
'first impression is the last impression'
he as he grows understands the slowly
he is naive to the word
and dosent understand
the complex nature of the society

he wonders why two people shout
why his parents shout at one time and
kiss just after smtime
his views are distinct
as i see him frm far
i just pray to god
'plzz keep this wonderful young soul always like this'



aryan