Wonder, i sometimes,
Why i grew older?
When days of my childhood were golden,
Maa’s stories , and papa’s shoulder ,
A loving brother too, to take me to the fair.
Anxiety came only on exam-result days ,
And greatest problem was to make a cricket field,
Head ached only when i enjoyed a sunny day too much,
And my eyes welled only when my parents were away.
Growing older, days has become just a memory,
Reminiscent of those, makes my eyes teary;
And a question rise in my twitching heart
“Why i grew older”? , and i gasp.