I Sunil Bissa, was once a tiny toddler who used to visit Bikaner with my
father and enjoy fun of cool nights and scorching days with
having a sip of Imlani or Lassi which used to recharge my soul and
again I was back to my task of playing. But things are not the same now.
I have grown up now and so have my problems.
I Have Grown Up.
I am not as I used to be,
Quarrels & mischief of mine have fled suddenly,
Everything seems to be changed,
New, bit odd & strange.
Yes, I have grown,
Grown from child to man,
How just did my childhood end.
Tensions & worries are part of my diet.
Rest & joy is hard to sight.
Every dawn for me is full of enthusiasm & energy,
But dusk, is what that never makes me happy.
I often wonder about it so.
Where my childhood did go.
Lost itself in years behind.
Burnt somewhere I can't find.
Now a days I don't shout.
Nor do I throw tantrums about.
I left playing with all,
My car, my teddy, my bus & ball.
The park isn't familiar any more,
Where I & my friends used to play before.
Now I see children there.
For nothing to sight, for nothing to care.
Friends too have turned foe.
Care has changed to jealous oh.
Life is not same.
Now it is altogether a
different ball game.
My soul cries deep within.
Knocks on my heart.
Asks me a question
Is life bliss or a sin ?
And just a few years before
No worries on my back I bore.
It is those glorious years
I do miss
Days of innocence days of bliss
No, not at all reader do I fret
I don't regret
B'coz change couldn't be restrained
But I see my childhood in disguise
Smiling at me from some
Tiny tot's eyes
From some tiny tot's eyes.
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