Beauty in Innocence

Intelligent people think

To lose their natural innocence

Tactics and Strategies make their life

Away from natural living

And its fragrant fluorescence

Through thoughts so sterilized

Humanity is badly insensitized

Still, all is not lost

There are sensitive people

Wholly humane with their innocence

Imprinted on their beautiful faces

Know not tactics, strategy or intelligence

Keeping human spirit alive

Thro' their work of integrated diligence

I saw such a face of a human-being  

Thought - the face appears own

A persona satisfies my lovely dream

Without knowing her well

Suffixed adjective 'purity' to the gleam

Since then, the image makes a human icon

I value her, let none else reckon

Purity, integrated and composed

Still struggles in the cruel world

For her existence  

Calm and quiet, never reposed

Never says a word even if provoked

For she, a flower fearing thorns around

Eager to tear her apart

Purity too wishes to smile and laugh as others

With her modesty and serenity of mind

So pretty looks she with smile suppressed

Iconic Monalisa steals the versatile

Whatever be in her mind, she never tells

Therefore none knows her so well

Yet I feel to put my humble hand on her head

To say that I am here to help in feeling sour

Any time, any way, in her life

In her struggles, in her strife

For I am that thorn to protect all flowers