NEVER LET THE CHILDHOOD END
A heart with wings
Of purity and honesty…
A mind filled with imaginations
Of toys and swings…
A grin – not just a lips' curve
It sparkles gallons of happiness,
Strewing infinite beads of happiness
Blooming the solitary herbs…
The thwack of adamant vibes, demanding needs
Crying for a while to grab the desire,
Flushing away all the anger,
When mom's hand starts to feed.
“You have reached your twenties,
Still behaving like a child?” –
I asked…
“Age can't end our childhood…
Being an adult brings negativities,
Being an adult carries complications,
So, what’s wrong in becoming an adult simultaneously nurturing our childhood?
Never let the child within the heart get killed…
Never let the childhood end” –
She replied.
This poem was published in a book titled "Bachpan", by WIW publications.
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