Two tiny angels, hand in hand
dressed pretty, picking posies
dimpled giggles, bubbling laughter
playing naughty pranks
excited over a broken tooth,
sharing half eaten candies
discussing in all seriousness, about their bag of trinkets
frolicking merrily behind meandering butterflies.
Indulging in pure childhood joys,
oblivious of their skin colors,
they revel in a world of happiness with each other,
Until the sentinels of society
grab them with their tainted hands
feed their tender minds with malefic thoughts,
tarnish their naïve souls
with malice against each other.
With time, innocence gradually fades
distancing themselves under myopic racial scoff.
Sadje’s What do you see # 58. Does the above image inspire you to write something?
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