Years ago when I was a child,
I knew nothing about this so-called life,
Busy in enjoying every moment of it,
In my childhood I was blithe.
Unaware of the future,
I would go on to trouble my mother,
For no reason to be tense,
Fevers only made me suffer.
Mornings were always a start refresh,
Afternoons were secured for mischief,
Evenings would go playing with friends,
Nights were for a sleep of relief.
I remember collecting toys,
Cause that only made sense to me,
I remember not liking going to school,
As it always scared me.
Life was still hassle free,
When I grew somewhat older,
From that period life actually began,
But I noticed it never.
Suddenly I became busy in an activity,
They call it the basic education,
Making me learn several things,
There was no future indication.
There were times I would say,
To become this and that,
Who knew back then?
Time will come for caveat.
And then I got a motto for my life,
Chose a profession to achieve, thinking,
It would do justice with my life,
Unacquainted of my future sinking.
People around me were bizarre,
Acting like they certainly do care,
Now I know they were all facade,
Like the New Year's flare.
I was happy, striving for a thing,
I thought will be my throne,
Devoted to it, not knowing,
In the course of time, I'll bemoan.
Scrapes were always at doorpost,
Thought they will make me tough,
Today no one around me knows,
Quotidian situations are rough.
And then the moment came,
When I took my first stride,
Towards my satiating journey,
At the start, it was a pleasant ride.
Time started to fly by,
As I thought of success,
And lost the fun of life,
To this fact I acquiesce.
Today becoming a matured person,
Looking back to these all,
I still ask myself the same question,
Why couldn't I notice its slow crawl?
Life is more of a panic now,
Like I am guarding something,
Even I don't know what is it,
Totter first, second slumping.
At times unable to handle stress,
I wish I could run from this world,
Anxiety every now and then,
Like in a cyclone I'm whirled.
Not prepared for these all,
Trapped in a cage somewhat,
Feel like a bird in the sky,
Whose feathers have been cut.
Tired of this all ongoing,
All I want is to be free,
And convey to the world,
Don't take my life from me.
I knew nothing about this so-called life,
Busy in enjoying every moment of it,
In my childhood I was blithe.
Unaware of the future,
I would go on to trouble my mother,
For no reason to be tense,
Fevers only made me suffer.
Mornings were always a start refresh,
Afternoons were secured for mischief,
Evenings would go playing with friends,
Nights were for a sleep of relief.
I remember collecting toys,
Cause that only made sense to me,
I remember not liking going to school,
As it always scared me.
Life was still hassle free,
When I grew somewhat older,
From that period life actually began,
But I noticed it never.
Suddenly I became busy in an activity,
They call it the basic education,
Making me learn several things,
There was no future indication.
There were times I would say,
To become this and that,
Who knew back then?
Time will come for caveat.
And then I got a motto for my life,
Chose a profession to achieve, thinking,
It would do justice with my life,
Unacquainted of my future sinking.
People around me were bizarre,
Acting like they certainly do care,
Now I know they were all facade,
Like the New Year's flare.
I was happy, striving for a thing,
I thought will be my throne,
Devoted to it, not knowing,
In the course of time, I'll bemoan.
Scrapes were always at doorpost,
Thought they will make me tough,
Today no one around me knows,
Quotidian situations are rough.
And then the moment came,
When I took my first stride,
Towards my satiating journey,
At the start, it was a pleasant ride.
Time started to fly by,
As I thought of success,
And lost the fun of life,
To this fact I acquiesce.
Today becoming a matured person,
Looking back to these all,
I still ask myself the same question,
Why couldn't I notice its slow crawl?
Life is more of a panic now,
Like I am guarding something,
Even I don't know what is it,
Totter first, second slumping.
At times unable to handle stress,
I wish I could run from this world,
Anxiety every now and then,
Like in a cyclone I'm whirled.
Not prepared for these all,
Trapped in a cage somewhat,
Feel like a bird in the sky,
Whose feathers have been cut.
Tired of this all ongoing,
All I want is to be free,
And convey to the world,
Don't take my life from me.
-AAYUSH GOYAL
