To the kid within....

As we grow old, we stop acknowledging the kid that was there inside us, who used to dream and told us what we wanted to be...And what that kid teaches us today ...,

Remembering some old days ,
when eating some chips of lays,

when dreams were life,
flying in the sky like kite,

when giving a speech of fame ,
while getting an award in your name ,

when sleeping on a bed so soft ,
AC on sleep mode ,

when Money was packed in the banks all time ,
and people were dying to meet me in a line,

when cricket was my game,
and Sachin Tendulker and others knew me by my name ,

when Shahrukh Khan was a die hard fan ,
and I was Madhuri Dixit of Bollywood clan,

when i had servants for all the works prime ,
still i had a lot of time ,

Life felt so easy,
when dreaming,i was so busy ,

the kid within was so glad,
i was never short of my power nap,

the life is still so beautiful ,
but the requirements are way more dutiful ,

The desires of fame and name ,
Has turned life into a game ,

The survivor is the kid who never died ,
and the person who never lied,

To the world and self ,
The happiness has its own smell ,

Calling the kid to live as long as i do,
And telling the life daily ' i love you '

Author's Note

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