End of Innocence

Many a times a feeling comes to me A feeling that’s with remorse aplenty The pangs of growing older those have come to be The gift of knowing was rather a curse maybe As I child never had to worry did I Of so many things that I now need to see Falling down never meant anything As failure was the unknown stranger then Growing up with the sedimentation of knowledge Over the silt of innocence lost in memories Asked did I, for knowing like a razor’s edge Cutting to shreds the pieces of innocence The innocence now left way behind Deep down in the crust of time Knowledge grows with manifold consistency Wary but helpless, for this is the end of innocence.