Today’s normal morning with a cool breeze
Woke me up early.
I pulled up my socks,
“Enough of lazing around”, I thought

Jogging around the same park,
where the two swings were, I saw,
Now there was  one hanging freely
“Where is the other, mine, the one I had sat on?”

The swing where I had met my innocence,
Where I had met my childhood,
From where I took back my childhood,
Where I had to leave my innocence, hanging…

There it was with one chain broken
Shoved aside in the corner.
The seat where I had sat.
Where my innocence sat after I left, or so I thought.
“Where would it have gone, that innocence?”

I was alone, but was happy,
Thought of the previous night, when I was not.
I had wetted my pillow with tears I shed.
I was humored at my naivety, I thought,
“I spilt them for the unworthy.”

I wondered why I had cried.
I had done it because of my innocence.
I had not left it on the swing, it had stalked me within
I was happy, I had found what I had not lost.
I thought so because… I am Innocent.