I Was A Kid.. Poem by Neela Nath Das

When I was a kid,
I couldn't live
without my mom.
I was eager to hold,
my mom's loving arm.
I loved to have,
caress from my dad
when he was at home...
I cried a lot, when
he went to Rome!
Then I grew younger,
Left for study my house.
So, I spread myself out.
At school, in college,
My feelings did sprout.
Then I got in my
lovely married life,
And gifted with a child.
My emotion thus got condensed,
as restless becomes mild.
For all those people
my heart rings whom I
passed in my life span.
However they are good or bad,
I shan't ever scan!