For we all have a child in us, it’s just that only a few of us understand.


Do you remember what you wanted to do most as a child?

I wanted to grow up, grow up and not be considered a child.

But today with all the understanding and sense

I see that in growing up there was just more expense.

Do you remember the second-most thing you wanted to do?

I wanted to achieve my dream of smelling like my favorite shampoo.

But dreams changed and the shampoos too

Fortunate or unfortunate, older I grew.

Do you remember the next thing of fantasies in your life?

Living on the cloud cuckoo land was absolutely no strife.

Earning a life and making a living is where, we’ve been caught

Who’s rich, richer, richest is never sought.

Do you remember that childhood unworried, untroubled and carefree?

Where falling of an ice-cream was, tears and dancing like a monkey, merry.

Where love was just a hug from dad and a kiss from mom

Where wishes would get fulfilled really and not cause a storm.

I found out the child in me again, the same little funny girl

Who just with a new dress, on the floor would swirl.

She has dreams of a grown up now, that we call sane

But I like the way she was a little insane.

No, not mad, crazy or psychotic

But you know how kids are, little endearing creatures sweet and chaotic.

So now with a new set of hopes and a set of no worries

I live my life like I wrote at the age of five in my diaries.

Merry all the time expecting love in the form of moms kisses

 And teary all the time when the princess wouldn’t be the Prince’s.

Life is simple, complication is in us

I’ll live it like a child thus.

Dancing like a monkey, playing with a toy or puppet

I promise to be the least chaotic moppet.


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