Do not break the mirror that
reflects the childhood, The unadulterated
nature, the footprint of life.
Keep childhood alive in the fossilized
An island of experience,
To be shielded from new experience,
To remain a reference for living.
In childhood mind and nature
interact in the purest
Life is an unvarnished experience,
Unmeditated, unburdened by the
A child does not lie, but the
civilization is studded with
It is the child in us we belittle,
Who haunts in our endless searchings.
The happy highs of childhood
and its unalloyed pains,
Its transparent wonders and
Unpolluted by doubts, unfettered
When we grow up, we know more,
But we lose the inner poetry,
Which is sacrificed for the
twinkling illusions of ego and power.
Childhood is a peephole on our
A slice of pristine formative
A mirror we can not afford to