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Ritu Kamra Kumar

Innocence Meeting Innocence

Innocence meeting innocence—

not a moment, but a merging of worlds.

She stands in peace and piety,

as if time itself pauses to listen to her knowing.

The air turns translucent;

leaves lean closer, and the sky forgets its vastness.

God showers petals—

not from heaven, but from the heart of being.

She reminds me of Lucy,

that unseen daughter of dawn

who walked with the pulse of nature, untouched by hurry.

And of Yeats’s prayer—

that purity might endure the storm,

that the heart remains whole when the world grows unkind.

She moves like a thought that forgot to fade,

a ripple across Blake’s clear brook,

a crescent from Tagore’s moon—half dream, half-light.

Her eyes are windows of wonder;

her laughter, light spilling where shadows once ruled.

O child of light,

you carry within you the memory of Eden,

and the promise that faith, once lost, can still be found.

When innocence meets innocence,

creation breathes again—

and the universe remembers how to pray.

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Footnote: The allusions—Wordsworth’s Lucy (symbol of purity in solitude), Yeats’s “A Prayer for My Daughter” (hope for grace amid chaos), Blake’s “Songs of Innocence” (spiritual simplicity), and Tagore’s “The Crescent Moon” (childhood as celestial communion)—intertwine to express how the uncorrupted heart reconnects humanity with the universe’s sacred rhythm.

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Setu, November 2025