When Will I Grow Up?

All friends grew up,
I remained the same,
A childish heart,
Throbbing within,
But pretending serious without.

I see your all,
Serious faces,
Your manliness,
Your changed colors,
Your lifted egos.
You really grew up,
I didn’t change.

But I always think,
Is this change,
Worth striving forth,
If you lose,
Your smile,
Your innocence,
Your glittering eyes,
Thy playfulness of life.

You may answer it,
For I am without it,
You seem to know it all,
And for me,
The more I try,
The less I know,
But this much I know,
It’s better to wander,
And grope in dark,
Than to be,
Grown up lifeless,
Like you.

P.S: Thank you and deep gratitude for reading my poems. It’s a newly discovered talent in me, maybe not rhyming and good enough, but I found poetry is the best medium to express our emotions. And that’s the reason I started writing them, it frees up my mind, relaxes me, and the creative expression is deeply fulfilling. I mostly write with my feelings and experience, and not to fill the word limit, so have to include these lines in every poem as they are shorter than one one-fifty words to publish. Accept my gratitude (although I don’t have much).

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