It is innocence in a glaze,
It leaves nothing in a trace,
It is an absolute blaze.
The glitter in the smile sparkles,
It makes the eyes twinkle,
It radiates all through in a trickle,
It appears like a bounteous sprinkle.
A child in a stroller smiled cheerfully
It winked its eyes gracefully,
Intoxicating the passers heavily,
Making them forget their self temporarily.
The smile of a child has taken me away,
Far from the instant pressurised sway.
It takes me to a sphere so far away,
Perching me in a hillock full of gay.