Deep down somewhere
in the corner of my heart
sits a frightened child...
unable to get out...
fearing the harsh winter of the adult world...
longing to be loved...
scared to be denied...
eager to ask questions...
apprehensive of no-reply...
waiting for a friend who would join hands
just to splash the muddy-rainwater or eat the roadside food...
yet the adult in me questions...
why? why do u behave like a kid...
its high time accept you are grown -up
behave like one...
for the world is too complex a place for children...
the child in you must...
..continue hibernating in the polar regions of the heart!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the child in me feels this