An Idea Overrated
I set out for a quest,
With childish zest,
To catch the fireflies glowing with wisdom,
And match them with the secrets hidden in my bosom,
To understand the meaning of words,
As intriguing as the calling of birds.
One such word means a human attribute,
In claiming the possession of which many are resolute,
But they are the ones who never happen to possess it,
For they never assess their true life even a bit.
It's one of the most used and abused word,
‘Maturity’ is something we've always heard.
Some say reticence is the sign of maturity,
For they say reticence is the sign of dignity,
Some equate maturity with career success,
But chasing success puts us in distress,
Some say maturity grows as our age grows,
But are not ready to embrace their greying eyebrows.
For some maturity is synonymous with religiosity,
Blinded in its darkness they neglect humanity,
Some see maturity as being intelligent,
But they never care of being diligent,
Some say we are not mature enough for certain things,
But they despise us for being childish and slay our wings.
Our maturity is something which we cannot scale,
The burden of trying to be mature makes our lives pale,
Advising others to be mature is child's play,
For those speaking of maturity act in the most immature way,
Feeling young and being playful are the ways of a life elated,
Certainly, 'maturity' is an idea overrated.