Growing Up
I don't want to grow up,
Not today.
The thought of tomorrow,
Just eats me away.
Responsibilities are hovering up,
Like any fire in the forest.
My mind has been acting just like a mess,
And I can't make myself at rest.
Is this the life,
Which would continue further?
Cause I don't want to grieve,
Any after.
Guess, I would have to,
Learn to clean up my mess.
Straighten up a little,
And think for the best.
There are many wonders,
Left undiscovered,
The doors are closed,
Waiting to be rediscovered.
Life is hard,
Truly.
But what's the fun,
In easy?
13/9/2022
Copyright © Komal Walimbe | Year Posted 2022
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