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Anushila Jana

Abstract

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Anushila Jana

Abstract

Growing Up

Growing Up

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Going to different places, driving a car,

Staying up till late, traveling to places wide afar.

That was growing up for me,

Quite strange you see.


There was a time I hated being told to sleep,

Did everything to get that away from me,

But now the same old rage just fires by,

When I hear that alarm clock beep.


Birthdays were something fun,

Danced all day-ate cake all night,

But now March is when,

My room's filled with piles of notes and that burning lamplight,


While these concepts and theories in my head,

Are having a big fight.

Building the highest wall,

Walking the longest mile,

Used to be my dream,

Nothing was impossible it seemed.


Raindrops could be angel's tears,

Lightning was God's Spears.

The blue flowers all smiled at us,

Didn't worry about sitting for the exam,

Or missing the morning bus.


The sky was my canvas,

The ocean my paint,

Puddles were my mirrors,

Freedom in thoughts, no restraints.


Why can't our minds be that bird anymore?

Why close our heart's door?

Why Continuously strangle that heart's voice?

Why not live to enjoy these little joys?

When did heartbreak, pain, and fear make us this way?

Why do we go back to the same night and day?


When did 'Growing up' become this job full time?

Dreaming and imagining isn't a crime.

Why can't the clouds be dragons again?

Why are planes big birds no more?

'Growing up' doesn't mean we're not a child anymore.

Why not face the cold realities of this world,

With the warmth of a child's heart,

Living life to the fullest,

Imagining and conquering each day from the end to its start.


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