Oh! How beautiful were you, my younger self.
I never realised your beauty when I was you.
I tried to change you instead
by getting influenced
by the people jealous of you.
You managed to remain so pure
but I cursed your innocence
and your tolerance
to all the nonsense
though, you were just behaving mature
through practicing your ignorance
towards all of them.
Though, I can say for sure
that this world
full of selfish and cunning people
does not deserve your humble presence.
You made me beautiful
as you were then.
You justified the meaning of my name
in the true sense.
I miss you
and wish that I could keep you
with me forever
so we shall never
depart from each other.
Stay alive in me, though,
as my spark,
to hold my hand in the dark
and let me know
about my threats.
Never ever truly go.
You are my lark.