Oh boy, what you were once!
And boy, what you have now become.
In the years of your growing up,
In the years of your blossoming up.
When you did things with innocence in your heart,
fought over monopoly, and traded not money, but, cards.
When you laughed, as it was the only thing that you should,
oozing infectious innocence, while playing in the mud.
When your biggest crime was talking in the class,
and the other folly was not drinking that milk glass.
When you could harbor, neither anger nor hatred,
even after fighting hard, could make-up within a minute.
When you could stare and wonder at the night sky for hours,
could feel astonished and amazed, at the twinkling stars.
When your love was as pure as the the honey in the combs,
any malice or grudge, were things that were to you, unknown.
When your biggest happiness was rolling in the dewy morning grass,
and also running after fireflies, and observing that row of ants.
When holding your father’s fingers was the greatest source of relief,
even in midst of a crowd, you were safe, that was your belief.
When a sleep on mothers’ lap was an antidote for all your worries,
when days would begin with her calls, and night with her stories.
All these things you felt and did once,
before the man you have now become.
Hardened and seasoned in this journey of life,
and forgotten these simple things — full of surprise.
But for what purpose all this, when you can’t stop and smile?
Can’t see the life unfolding every second, after every mile?
If the god ever grant me one wish that I could ink,
it would be the one — only this one that I can think.
That a man should evolve in such a way — that
he continues to be a boy, even till the end of his age.
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