The Child In Me Would Be Survive Even If I Die

By Sreemanti Bag

How much you may think me to be

Gullible and Naïve

As long as the child in me

Does survive

I am alive

My dreams may fly high

But my ambitions never touch the sky

To my heart’s content I may smile and I may cry

Into my own life I may peek and pry

I can sleep solemnly to the tunes of a lullaby

As long as the child in me

Does survive

I am alive

On a green grassy carpet

I may peacefully lie

From the world full of deceit and tyranny

I may frantically shy

I may reach the age to naturally die

And to bid the world a final goodbye

But as long as the child in me

Does survive

I am alive

By Sreemanti Bag