What spring he had in his steps <br />Joyfully moving like a butterfly kissing flowers <br />The smile could penetrate the coldest of heart <br />Singing so gleefully like in a trance <br />Such rhythm like a ballroom dance <br />Always ready in his quest <br />Always so anxiously asking innocent questions <br />But all that seems nothing more than a story of the past <br />There is no spring in his steps <br />Sadly he moves at a snail’s pace <br />The smile is miles away <br />Songs replaced by a wail <br />The rhythm gone <br />A vague disinterested look in the eye <br />No more of innocence <br />The child is lost in the oblivion <br />About time for us to ponder the cause…<br /><br />Alok Singhal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lost-child-6/
