I Am Still A Boy Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I am still boy
Playing with toys
I wish to fly
But reply with loud cry

I am pushed to nursery
They claim it as bravery
I feel so sorry
They have added me worry

I miss the home
Particularly the mom
I am afraid of dad
It makes me sad

Still I look with joy
He plays with me like boy
Rides me on the back
I enjoy and give the kick

As the days pass by
They push me more and try
I continuously feel shy
I never question and ask why

It is boredom in class
There is only worry to pass
All paper work and sympathy from teacher
I was reluctant but was made monitor

it is long history
shrouded by mystery
it has negative impact
still it is a fact

it teaches a log way
reality to be far and away
who know what will be in store?
whom to ask and where to explore?

Life may be different to many
It may look hard and funny
It is to be lived as I was told
To show some strength and look very bold

I may not think much
Life may be as such
I need not think much and rush
It requires no such push