We may become adult
With own views along with the cult
Still it gives no satisfaction
With lot more hidden excitation
The child in you emerges
You want to manage
But fail to reveal
You once again become child real
You want to act funny
Become scary of parents
Get beaten by school friends
And only playing games throughout till day ends
Oh that kills strong man
Who is also human!
Who has everything but feels old memory
He can only smile with feeling of sorry
So you shall find
Always a child
In man's mind
To behave with touch of such kind
So you shall find Always a child In man's mind To behave with touch of such kind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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