The lost gift

Its a precious gift, everyone is born with,
people liked me when i had it.

They wished i had it with me for long,
without losing it too soon.

With it, the world seemed bright and beautiful,
Each and every day was fruitful.

As days went by,my curiosity became wild,
With every bitter experience,
With every tryst with failure,
This gift was lost forever.

Once lost i couldnt get it back.
But, just envy those who still have
THE GIFT OF INNOCENCE.