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Want to grow back to childhood!
Now, grown-up mind’s qualms
choke all the fun!
Every toy-train ride in the garden
with trees and posts running behind
mischievously smirking father said
‘It’s you that they are afraid!’
and, I beamed with innocent pride!
Every sinister winter night
rain washing everything in sight
storm and thunder whipping the sky
holding mom’s pallu tight
gods’ names did I cry!
Every other visit to the sea
brought to my mind boundless glee!
Days the waves touched me free
always marring my crab-catching spree!
Now, only fondling couples make me wary!
Every Diwali meant immense fun
months in advance the count-down begun
crackers, dresses and snacks a dozen
sharing with a sibling meant even more fun!
All that I feel now is a dour day of din!
Days when ‘broken’ were just slates and plates
‘torn’ were only pages of books
‘bruises’ found only in knees and elbows
‘losses’ meant only sports and games,
‘scars’ never meant shattered ruins,
and, ‘loneliness’ meant just sitting alone!
Want to go back to childhood
Want to grow back to childhood!
Now, grown-up mind’s qualms
choke all the fun!
26th May 2010
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