No teachers to fear,
No exams to appear,
No rules to adhere,
With no tests to clear!
Ah such sweet a reverie we wove,
Of life’s fair little treasure cove!
But alas innocent dreams of yore,
All gone awfully sore,
Is this what we grew up for?
Is this what we grew up for?
Life’s path, our choice
In decisions to rejoice,
No burden to oblige
None but the self as guide
Oh but we knew not,
The other side of life’s knots!
A lightning bolt in verity begot,
Life’s turns not ever in ways it aught,
Is this the brutal scary plot?
Is this the brutal scary plot?
Appease him, appease her,
Hitches and hurt to never deter,
Walking on life’s tight high rope,
With moments of joy, often of hope,
But the seldom fall,
Oh the great big fall, never yet banal!
Brings along the misery appall,
While we just mull,
Is growing up truly worth it at all?
Is growing up truly worth it at all?
Great going with the flow, Nabanita.
A nice read u've put through! 🙂
Thanks 🙂
Its not. At all. Unfortunately its the way nature planned it. We all need to grow up. Like it or not. Worth it or not.
Awesome poem, as always 🙂
you left me thinking…
Beautifully written once again 🙂 Loved it.
Beautifully written nabanita!
As kids, we liked playing mama papa game and waited to be the self-regulated person. Later, we only try reliving on nostalgia fearing the coming days….
Nice one!
Well written, Nabanita.
Growing up is seldom more than a rude shock. Which is why too many people live permanently down the memory lane!
Nicely written Naba. It's such an irony that as a kid I used to look up at adults and I couldn't wait to grow up, to earn, to be able to spend money as I wished, to be free. And now I want to go back to being a kid 🙂
Great work…an effortless flow of words which somewhere all of us have felt in our growing up years!!
Thanks Soumya.. I know we all have to grow up 🙁 so sad na! 🙂
Ohh! I hope that's a good thing 🙂
Thanks Abhra 🙂
Very true! Thanks Vaishnavi 🙂
Indeed Sreesha .. Thanks 🙂
Me too Prasanna .. I want to go back to being a kid.. I don't want to cook or clean or do anything else…I just want my carefree life back 🙂
Thanks Aditi 🙂
Lovely flow and could not but accept the truth in the poem. Growing up we miss all the sweetness life once offered us long back
प्रभावी !!!
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Nice flow of words ! Didnt someone say..that man is never happy.As a child, one wants to be an adult and once you become one,you long to be a child 🙂
All our life we spend wishing we were older because we were told we were too little to do the things we wanted to do then 🙂 aaahh for those days of bliss and no responsibility…guess we all have to grow up sometime. 🙁 lovely poem 🙂
Beautifully penned, Naba…and there's a lot to ponder on…!!
Growing up wasn't easy, btw, even at my age, I still don't know what I'm going to be when I grow old..(though, I'm probably almost there :D)
I have realised this now… Growing up is a pain 🙁
Loved your poem…
Thanks Uma… Glad you liked it 🙂
Thanks Rajneesh..
Very true!
Thanks 🙂
Yes we do miss those days Preethi, don't we?
Thanks 😉
Thanks Panchali 🙂
I keep missing my childhood days, and so often these days..miss being at home with parents with no worries except those regarding studies! And I too don't know where I'm going to be when old ..
Thanks Pritam 🙂
Yes, growing up is really a pain!
That's a good question Naba! 🙂
Someone is Specail
it is, isn't it ? 🙂
This reminds me of a line which goes something like this: "Bruised knees were better than broken hearts.." Beautifully penned..
Thanks Jyotsna…
Ah those childhood days! Life was so carefree. But alas! we have to grow This is the law of nature.
I think we are better off being young forever, happy and carefree 🙂 Lovely poem.
That was lovely!!
I agree – growing up is over rated! 😛
I still feel like a kid and if you ever want to feel like a kid – make sure your parents scold you for something!! 😉
And that makes you feel 10 all over again! 😀
I think there are pros and cons to everything including childhood and adulthood. However, since we all – some more than others – have an inner child within us, I think we do miss out on joys in life as we grow up with more responsibilities and stress. Your poem reads like a song, with the last line repeating…is it one? 😉 <3
We always miss the good old days! Lovely poem!