My Innocence

To humans I boast my innocence,
They seem so innocent, so concise in speech;
My life resides in me, like a part of speech,
Just to be exultant, just to be heavenly.
May the red blood not contaminate me,
As humans wear some mockery.
The singing does soar with flames,
When boasting is about like the trumpet.
Tremors of rain brighten the day
With joy of triumph, the very strength of humanity.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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