As We Grow Poem by Bidush Dey

As we grow up, we become more mature,
We think of things in a different way than when we were kids,
Do we become more rational?
Do we always become more conscious of our self-esteem?
We differentiate things as being ours and which was theirs,
In short, we shrink ourselves,
In the whole world of beautiful things,
We choose few things as
being ours, be it friends, relatives, objects or places,
How different it all becomes,
our niche reduces,
Our priorities gain weight,
We seek love also care,
but seldom realise that
We need to give back also,
So as we grow,
Do we become less human?
More mechanical
Many a times, I had asked this question to myself,
Do we respect someone first
and then learn to love him
or do we,
love someone and then respect him?
Do we all marry in haste and respect at leisure?