I WISH TO BE A CHILD AGAIN

 

Mature and responsible

Experienced and composed

At this juncture of my life

I recall and think to force

In the hush-hush of my busy years

I shed the mischief of childhood

They say I grew up

And I say I ceased being beautiful

People tell me

Childhood and age has no connection

Wish I could have faith in them

When I know that it’s a sheer delusion.

I realize I can’t repossess

Those cozy peaceful years

Where happiness was natural

With epoch it disappeared.

Beauty of trees and sky so blue

 Soiling with mud all about

Pleasure in spilling the food

Melody in the birds humming around

With bicycles chasing butterflies

 Climbing and tumbling down

Picking flowers and hating nap time,
Playing with blocks and no time bounds

Success comes from snatching a toy from your kin

And life goes tipsy if you don’t win

Award means a little hug from Mom

Punishment means despised food from home

Where it’s perfectly legal to cry

And you always have your parents to stand by

But to thank for those beautiful years we shy

We don’t realize how time will fly

And the carefree life

Is hard to get back

Hope, Joy , truth

When you live only on principles like that

Where achievements have no limits

And failures you never have

Where Joy is laying head on Mom’s bosom

And riding on your dad’s back

Alas! You grow up to guileless youth

The world brings its dark code to you !

Growing up,  aaaah

is a terribly hard thing to do.

As I see my children

One thing I take time to do

Is find solace in their innocence

To experience the same childhood simplicity anew

A star, a flower, a gush of rain,

Often makes me seem a child again

In the hush-hush of my busy years

I shed the mischief of childhood

They say I grew up

And I say I ceased being beautiful