A child again!!

Chasing butterflies felt kindled,

Running around carefree,

Now their shimmering wings look faded,

As if the colors from life wants to flee.

 

Flavored ice made delighted,

Friends, chats and laughter,

Now the delicious food is unappetizing,

Fake souls, forged smiles ever after.

 

Life was like a jingling garden,

Want to visit every time,

Now that fresh leaf has faded,

The pleasant breeze has lost its rhyme.

 

Adulthood is saddening,

Seems like walking down a stressful lane,

Take me back to the angelic time,

I want to live,

I want to be a child again!!!

Reviews

[M. J. Smith]

When we are children, we try to grow up before our time. When we are grown, we want to be children again.
Longing for simplicity, chasing beauty, loneliness... These are the things I see here. Nicely written.

[Anuja Sharma]

Your reviews are so kind. I feel so grateful. Thank you😊

[M. J. Smith]

Aw, you're sweet to an old drifter. You're welcome, my friend. And thank you for bringing some beauty into my world.

[Anuja Sharma]

Thankyou so much Sir. This really means a lot.😊

[barleygirl]

Living in the mountain wilderness, I am transported to when I was a child growing up in similar terrain with only nature as a close-by friend. I believe most people want to be able to transport back to a time when life was as simple & exciting & beloved as you paint in your poem (((HUGS)))

[Anuja Sharma]

Oh that reminiscing time and moments. Still i get flashbacks of that not-to-wordy period. Thank you so much for taking the stop here. Much grateful for the review ☺

[albee]

universal experience of life..seeing reality slowly creep into the world of wonderment, learning with an enlivened growing body-mind ...
"Now the delicious food is unappetizing,
Fake souls, forged smiles ever after."
I want to say the wind with out rhyme, is momentary, it will rhyme again and again...

[Anuja Sharma]

Well i must say that in childhood we are always lured to reach the adult age, without knowing the s**t trap., realizing later on.
And yeah, you caught the rhyme here albee.
Thanks for stopping by.

[Chris Shaw]

Beautiful poetry. Never let the child in you die. I still jump in puddles. My inner child can:t wait to come out and play. I really enjoyed your poetic expression here. A lovely read Anuja.

Chris

[Anuja Sharma]

Oh thank you so much Chris. You really are an amazing poet and reviewer.
Have a wonderful day.
Best,
Anu

[Ballpark Frank]

This is very sweet. I read it a few times. You are good!.

[Anuja Sharma]

Thank you so much Frankie.
I am glad you liked it.
😊

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

“All children are born artists, the problem is to remain an artist as we grow up.” — Pablo Picasso.

You have the artistry of a child and a mature adult in this poem. Wonderfully explained and expressed poetry. I suppose as adults we strive to live like Kings/Queens but never to live like angels, although some do. This poem makes me think. I enjoyed the read. tyfs

[Anuja Sharma]

Thank you so much Cyprian. I really loved the way you presented your feedback. Thanks for stopping by.😊

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

My pleasure, Anuja

[Betty Hermelee]

I don't blame you!! I think aging seems to make everything dark, dull and boring; it's the way you express it that makes it so poetic and lovely, even thought it would bice to dream of our past as a child.
Well- written and I enjoyed it
Best, Betty

[Anuja Sharma]

Thank you so much Betty. And yeah, i also think that our will to cherish life deteriorates as we move towards aging as we all get so busy in competing and running.
Thanks again for the visit.😊

[Betty Hermelee]

Of course and thanks for visiting me too!!