942: Growing Up - Poem by Amit Biswas
When you come back grown here,
You will be welcome again,
This remains your place, all the same
That blade of grass, you left,
That day, might have dried though,
The petals from the rose, fallen off,
The dropp of dew on that grass, gone,
You will drive through the same roads,
We have traveled together, so often,
You may not stop at those corners,
You have grown, nor even the café anymore,
Big places, where all do not enter,
You would reign in your dazzling first car,
Will that boy be hugging you as he used to?
No, he would sit beside, he’s grown too!
You may not take the same route to office,
Nor would you use the same colors,
I used to see you in, you have grown,
Would you love the same people?
Possibly not, you have grown,
I witnessed you growing up,
Did I play a role, only you would know,
I would when you acknowledge,
Does love come due to gratitude?
Or gratitude begets love?
Neither may be, but I wish,
In your new garden there is a fresh rose!
Comments about 942: Growing Up by Amit Biswas
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
- Still I RiseMaya Angelou
- The Road Not TakenRobert Frost
- If You Forget MePablo Neruda
- DreamsLangston Hughes
- Annabel LeeEdgar Allan Poe
- Stopping By Woods On A Snowy EveningRobert Frost
- IfRudyard Kipling
- I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love YouPablo Neruda
- Do Not Stand At My Grave And WeepMary Elizabeth Frye
- TelevisionRoald Dahl