(Foreword: This poem is trying to convey that innocence is a cover for somebody, who never shows their real face, but in their fallacy do every soul put it's trust and finally end up in the Hades. This is a cry havoc for everybody to escape from one such)


Innocence

The veil that covers the face
Of those who doesn’t want to show
Their real face
Their futility
Their fragility
And their fallacies
- A mask of protection
It swirls all over the face
Runs down the cheeks
And says slyly “thou art perfect indeed”
- Perfect mask of blemish
Polished clear watery eyes
Deep the water, clear the surface
Down the depth of the heart
Are the murky traps