WHEN I TURNED FROM CHILDHOOD TO EIGHTEEN

7.6.11 12.pm

When i turned from childhood to eighteen,

regretting to be older and next was mocking nineteen,

All through my childhood i had played in my mothers arms,

not attracted by worldly possessions nor any charms,

All i needed was a little space to play with whatever i got,

chewing almost everthing, softly smiling, sometimes crying a lot...

The puzzled faces that i made when i heard new words,

a cute smile spreading across my face when i heard singing bird's,

I wanted to grow up fast and feel what it is to be eighteen,

but never thought growing up to it will bring sadness unseen...

Now when i am eighteen; the world seems so ungleemy and fake,

seems from childhood into an adult, i am straightly awake,

All synonyms of life have the same spelled words,

faces all soft but with same sharp edged swords,

Here friends and foes have the same actual meaning,

as if once clothes used then throw it away for cleaning,

The books that we carry now are more than termed as books,

if failed, have to face parents ever bad looks...

Now when i turned from childhood to eighteen,

bring my days back when i was happy and gay being preteen....