GROWING UP
(A sonnet to all adolescents out there, who think they can' t make it through growing years.)
Growing up could sometimes be very hard.
You are neither an adult, nor a child.
You are neither on both sides of the card.
You try to express yourself, you act mild.
"I am an adult now", you often say.
When responsibilities come, you run.
Mother's love, you would understand someday.
But now, you feel she wants to make you nun.
You seem embarrassed by father's questions.
"I am all grown up now", you scream.
Father replies, "listen to my instructions".
Then your eyes gives up the tears like the streams.
"Give me my childhood years back" you then cry.
Don't worry dear, give growing up a try.
Growing up could sometimes be very hard.
You are neither an adult, nor a child.
You are neither on both sides of the card.
You try to express yourself, you act mild.
"I am an adult now", you often say.
When responsibilities come, you run.
Mother's love, you would understand someday.
But now, you feel she wants to make you nun.
You seem embarrassed by father's questions.
"I am all grown up now", you scream.
Father replies, "listen to my instructions".
Then your eyes gives up the tears like the streams.
"Give me my childhood years back" you then cry.
Don't worry dear, give growing up a try.
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