Growing up

Growing up

A Poem by Fariha Tahseen Karim
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Can you spent a day without the care of your parents? Did this question pop in your head while quarreling with them today? Read this poem to know how your childhood differs from now.

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With an innocent mind you took birth
Smiling you felt, it was such a simple earth

Your mother tucked you in her arm
You held her, knowing that no one can harm

Your attempt to walk just failed three times
But you kept trying, murmuring your rhymes

Even knowing its uncountable, you start counting the stars
You kept your mom's cellphone safely, knowing that it's hers

You were in the family picture beside your mom
You hugged her quickly, thinking that the toy is an atom bomb


Regretting you took birth
Now you say 'How complicated is this earth'

Now you are in your bed and turned off the light
Remembering about your mom and your recent fight

You shrieked because of the task you just failed
Now you think about prince charming with whom your heart sailed

Hoping your problems will be solved you gaze at the stars
You throw away your mother's cellphone knowing it is hers

You are missing in your new family picture and there is your lonely mom
And now you sometimes wish to blow her with a bomb


© 2014 Fariha Tahseen Karim


Author's Note

Fariha Tahseen Karim
Just my thoughts on how people changes from a toddler to a teenager. Most of the time we start flying forgetting to thank the people who gave us wings. So stop whatever you are doing now, just stop and go to the person you love and say 'thank you' . see how sweetness is added to your life

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Sometimes we forget the love given to us by our parents. A mother takes so much pain just for us. In the process of growing we ignore the fact that our parents are growing old too and that they need us. Though I have never experienced this, I know about all this. I would never want to behave such way with my mom. The reason they lecture us is because they care. We all want to be respected. The only thing they ask is love and respect, which most of us fail to give.
I really liked this. Full of emotions and honesty. Would love to read more by you :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Fariha Tahseen Karim

10 Years Ago

precisely!! I am glad you liked it..thank you
Reflecting on my own relationship with my mother, at times I have felt the later, which is difficult as I still feel those memories from my childhood and needing her for security...nice read ;)

Posted 10 Years Ago


Fariha Tahseen Karim

10 Years Ago

thank you... I appreciate that you could relate to my poem :)
I like the way you expressed yourself in this piece, it was wonderful! keep it up!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Fariha Tahseen Karim

10 Years Ago

thanks a lottt
amusing u xpressed different mind sets so easily!!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Fariha Tahseen Karim

10 Years Ago

thank you so much...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwweeeseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssssssssooooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Good job!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Fariha Tahseen Karim

10 Years Ago

thank you so much
i cant stop myself from reading it over and over again.....seems like, i just had a crush on this lil poem.....best poem i ever read

Posted 10 Years Ago


Fariha Tahseen Karim

10 Years Ago

Oh MY GOD. i never knew you were a pumping machine..love u
im speechles.......tooooooo talented yaar

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Fariha Tahseen Karim

10 Years Ago

thank u honeyyy

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Added on November 17, 2014
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Fariha Tahseen Karim
Fariha Tahseen Karim

chittagong, islam, Bangladesh



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If a glass is half full and half empty, I see it as half empty because I know I have the ability to fill it up. Just like fire is hungry for woods, I am also famished and want to consume more and more.. more..

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