The Child Who Wanted To Grow

By Mridul Tiwari

When i was a child, I used to dream

Being adult is a fruitful cream

Days and nights had dream of becoming big

And childhood for me was a hole dig

When time passed I felt I was wrong

Growing adult was a net, and life flies competing jet

Now i feel lost ,

Lost in a jungle,Nobody to mingle

I miss those cheerful mornings and happy nights

Adorable shows, games and fights

The calling of playground, where everyday a new dream was found.

Calmed mindset, bunch of friends and life never bends

All those moments now have perished And that innocent smile has deminished.

Now i realise, and inner sole cries Was Childhood a time, no it was life,s prime.

By Mridul Tiwari