Saturday, January 31, 2009

The Child In You....

Dressed well, behavior sculpted, face gets the trim
Act so disciplined, but are we really so grim
Professional life adapted, sorry, thank you comes at ease.

And Say ‘excuse me’ disturbing than the sneeze.
Analyze character, judge all others behavioral dance
Neither time nor yearn for the self inner glance.

Reduce the pace, calm; sit for a moment in the dark.
And see how melodiously the ‘inner you’ bark…
Little games in the evening when we used to gather.
Those days when we had nothing to bother.
The struggled ‘road’ this long you walked on
Holding hands of your people, who are now gone.
The girl, who was just fine, you had crush.
Glance this line, you may start to blush

Old men sit and are soon recalling
And slowly as our hair is graying
We hear that siren of youth playing
Saying that our childhood is calling

So even though we may learn as we grow
Keep the ‘inner child’ that we were years ago.