Children

Children do not make concept,
How would they know that
The world is full of people,
Who sup on innocent souls,
Voice has also got an existence-
which transform itself into many
forms.
Children innocently asked…
Where the weeds of anger
sprout,
Human race is a complex
molecule.
I went forward and met a girl
She asked?
What all this you are doing
today,
The smile that blooms
As a flower in June.