At gloomy nights as I lay on my back,
I ponder over the years gone by,
Should I feel sorrow or should I feel joy,
That’s a question with no reply.
Should I feel sad of having lost?
Or be excited for what I can win.
Shun the wonder years of my life
Or knit the life of pretentious grin.
I want the innocence of the eager child,
The truthfulness of a teenage heart,
Why is a part of growing up to let go
When living is to feel and not throw
Why do we age?
To be smarter or to be sly,
Why cant we still live
the child inside?
Will I ever relive that excitement
Or find a heart as childlike as mine?
It is hope as infinite as the sky
And a question with no reply
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Hey Sweetie..
love , LOVE , love all ur writings..
how r u..?? :o)
the child within,
is still alive,
and she smiles all the while,
just that, we are in an era of geek,
which is making life so meek,
but when the geek shall defeat,
and when with the real life our lives shall meet,
that someday our ears shall find,
the echo of that inner child.
the echo of my inner child.
loved reading your poem sharmista, so much that it ignited the poet in me.
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