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Innocence lost

A father is born once more with his child
and lives once more in the Eden its eyes.

I did not want that twinkle leave my child’s eyes,
if not ever, then at least as long as she remained a child.

When does it end nowadays, childhood?
Once it used to be eleven, no, ten. Or was it nine?

Back then, in my time, inocence was stretched beyond ten.
Nowadays, in her times, it ends at seven, or six, maybe.

She knows, for instance, when to look away form the screen.
She also knows the laws of attraction.
She knows that girls and boys are…, um, different.

They talk, those children her age, among themselves.
They know much more than I think they do.

I can now feel how He must have felt,
when He had seen that innocence lost

in the eyes of the first man,
his pride, his child.



Rajnish Mishra is a poet, writer, translator and blogger born and brought up in Varanasi, India and now in exile from his city. His work originates at the point of intersection between his psyche and his city. He edits PPP Ezine.

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