The
innocence is dead, cunningness is what is left in me
The comfort
of home is no more; the fear of aloofness is what I dread.
Every pore
is immature, yet every being calls me an adult
Things have
changed but the heart keeps telling time
“Don’t move
on.”
Carefree
days of youth have paved way for calculated risks now
Those green
meadows of passion have now turned into grey lawns of boredom
Every bit of
me craves to be a child again.
Things keep
changing but the soul keeps telling time
“Don’t move
on.”
Aimed for
glory, got it too but it all seems incomplete now
Inner peace is all I crave for, the childhood joy is all I seek for
Every part
of me has a kid, subdued, waiting to be rechristened
Things
always change but the child’s spirit in me yells at time
“Don’t move
on.”
Bitter days
of adulthood have made me crave for youth again
Alas didn’t
cherish it while it lasted and am paying its penance
Every inch
of me wants a carefree life yet again
Things have
changed forever now, yet the conscience requests time
“Don’t move
on!”
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