There was a timeWhen we do rhyme!Stress was just a word We learnt in third!Know the meaning But not the feeling!Being a kid, we wonder How beautiful is it to be older!Elders look so tidyWhile smiling brightly!Everything seems sortedAnd they look good hearted!Wish to grow up soonAnd fly up to the moon!Step on step we grow olderTry to become a bit bolder!And in the race of getting betterIn the adulthood we have entered!Now realiseThis is not a lifeWe once liked!Now remembering those days Hurt in many ways!In this world we all wanted to look good,But, we forget to do what we should!We too have that brighter smile,But happiness is away the miles!We too look tidy,But with the soul which is untidy!Looking upto stars and call them grandparents,How do they went there asking from parents!That was the life,We all like!In search of happiness we have come so far,While In childhood happiness is just having chocolate bar! Realising we are mature enough,Makes life even tough!Growing older is easy,But living as an older is messy!...Thanks for making a read! --Mandvi!
Easy things turnes out to be messy sometimes!!(Read the caption)©_mandvi_