Overgrown

Years have gone by since 1986,

And now my ID-card reads ‘Twenty Four’.

The World no longer treats me like a kid,

But I am now way more immature than before.

All through my childhood, I wanted to grow up,

Act like an adult and behave mature.

But today as I am all grown up,

I want to be treated as before.

Because deep within my heart, I am still a little girl,

Looking for protection, looking for cover.

Mamma’s arms are still the best place on earth,

In those dark nights, thunders still make me shudder.

No matter what the doc says, am still scared of injections,

While walking on roads, I still get freaked out by strays.

When asked to get ready for a party, I still ask for suggestions.

And secretly still, I am in love with the tom & jerry plays.

Though copies have turned into files,

And pocket money has been replaced by salaries,

Incentives given in place of chocolates,

No summer vacations, only leaves circled around the dates,

My frocks have turned into kurtis,

The cute diary out beaten by my blog,

The teacher replaced by a boss,

And with life right now, totally tossed.

But despite all odds,

I still feel I am a little girl inside, childlike and immature,

And still want to be treated, just as before.

Ananya