Need a life?
By A. Divya Bhat
WISH I WAS YOUNG: In times of dearth for jollity, it's better to take in life's colourful moments than sulk in depression. Photo: A. Roy Chowdhury
St. Anns Junior College for Girls
April 3.
What life is this I'm leading?
With no place for fun and adventure,
No time for anything but for competing,
No room for even a sweet gesture.
Not until long ago was I a winner,
Cheering my little world in mirth.
Suddenly, now, my vivacity has lost its shimmer,
For jollity, I presume, there's a dearth.
I no longer play badminton my way,
Where there was no chance for me to lose.
I no longer can spend the entire day,
Chasing in the pond that black goose!
I no longer dictate rules to my gang,
When there's a mystery to solve.
I no longer laugh at my mom's pang,
As I realise the facts around which lives revolve.
I no longer hide after whacking the boy next door,
When his mother would come, ready to fight.
I no longer enjoy pencilling the floor,
For someone to blacken their feet white!
I no longer call out names and hide,
While my sister gets the thrashing!
I no longer feed the dog, as in hunger it cried,
While my mom wondered about the cookies vanishing!
I no longer scare the naοve,
Telling them tales of a one eyed monster!
I no longer have a chance to connive,
As to how to kidnap the neighbourhood rooster!
I no longer visit the temple,
Where we sang to the glory of God!
I no longer help people in ways simple,
Which would carry along a great applaud!
I no longer steal gooseberries from the garden,
That would leave the gardener all hyper!
I no longer go back and ask for pardon,
When we'd break the cranky old man's wiper!
I no longer `live life,' I realise.
I barely exist as of now.
I wish I could go back to my childhood,
For, then I seem to have `rocked' the world somehow!
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