A CRY TO CHILDHOOD


Reminiscing the childhood days
Days of continuous fun
With no care what the world has to say
How I smile when I remember
How I weep when I cant go back
Oh I don't wanna grow up

How I wish for a stand still sun
So I could run back to my childhood days
So I could play in the rain a thousand years
And game with my friends for continuous days
Oh I don't wanna grow up

Though I'm not a score yet
But I'm treated like twice a score
Given the chore of a unisex
To work as a jack
Inconsiderate that my mind
Is as that of an infant

Oh I don't wanna grow up
Because the fun in adulthood
Is just a mere illusion
So much responsibility
But less capability
Due to lack of ability

But that of childhood
Is engulfed with joy
Of several dimensions
Filled with laughter
With no depressions
Happy memories and thoughts
With no digressions
All thanks to the absence of responsibility
The assassinator of childhood

Oh please, I don't wanna  grow up...

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