Growing Up Poem by Nosheen Irfan
Growing Up
Growing up meant
Every day you lost some illusions
Every day you discovered a new statistic.
You learnt it the hard way
Kissing a frog won't turn it into a prince
Mirror won't always say you are the fairest of all
Your dainty shoe doesn't make you Cindrella
But still those times were good
When a child defied darkness
And sauntered in lanes at will
And no matter how many cages came
In his way of running, he dodged
With innocent cunning
It was good not knowing the world
Not knowing the horrors that exist
The narrow compass was a safeguard
Though we longed to break the rules
And craved the freedom of birds
But the unripe brain made sure
We won't know the world
In all its nakedness.
Fantasy of childhood slowly and gradually fades as we grow and start to separate realities from fables. Full ****
3) in the process of growing up, we lose our innocence. We gather "knowledge" that play havoc with our lives, our existence. Nosheen, beautiful poem. Thank You for being back
2) " the unripe brain made sure We won't know the world In all its nakedness." the pitfalls of life and its agonies remain alien to our little world of fantasies.
Exquisite poetry. Ignorance of childhood is blissful. And takes one to all fantastic worlds easily. Nothing prevents you from imagining new. Continue…
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5/20/2024 1:56:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A stunningly honest, and so beautiful, portrayal of lost innocence into stark reality. Thoroughly enjoyed this amazing poem, Nosheen! Highest marks!