Innocent and pure <br />Our success and joys <br />It feels to the core. <br />Saddened and suppressed <br />We feel obscure <br />It shows the way <br />To a lively shore <br />With a wavily welcome <br />And a friendly roar. <br /> <br />Our blunders <br />And mistakes <br />Make it mingy <br />And loneliness we feel <br />In this state of dingy <br />Yet, if we repent <br />It is zealous and zingy. <br /> <br />A father <br />A mother <br />A sister <br />And a brother <br />It's master of disguise <br />Can be a teacher <br />Hard to recognize. <br /> <br />Inside it dwells <br />With an outward force <br />Like water from <br />The artesian wells. <br />Hesitated and afraid <br />Of worldly hells. <br />Age not a criteria <br />For it remains a child <br />Till end of the class <br />And ringing of the bells! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> (4/20/2009)<br /><br />Sameer Ahmed<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-child-within-3/
