ON THE WAY TO GROWING UP :)



Life is all about growing up
With lessons easy and tough
A baby I was in my mother’s womb
Now I have grown up n want my own room
I was told that life changes gradually
But does it change actually?
I never left my mother’s side
Now when she looks for me I hide
My love for her has not changed
It is just at a different range
Now I have secrets to share
About a guy tall and fair
I have so many questions in my mind
About  love, life and all kind
Today day life for me is not a play
Its filled with  tests, exams, and what else to say
My aunt said ‘’ you where not this when I last came’’
Is the change in my friends the same?
I have friends who I choose
Whom I know I’ll never lose
Its time for me to explore myself
Than to explore my books in the shelf
I want to see the world with a different view
Which has things both old and new
I always feel ‘’why grow up?’’
Cant I have my milk in the same old cup?
But life has to move on
One has to grow up once born

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