In my mother's womb, unborn yet,

God was quite close by as a friend.

Lot of activity, lot of sound and light,

Lot of torture - I was born, came to this world.

I was born and the distance

Started to widen now from God,

An occasional peep and no talking.

Mother's lap the new world, cool solace untold.

Two year old, and God suddenly

Stopped coming, nearly un-noticed.

The new world started opening its petals.

The past was past now and nearly forgotten.

My time became full with new friends

And mother's lap, and I started growing

No more forgetting the new learning.

Mischief baskets I learn from friends every day

Elders scolding, fat ones bullying,

Suddenly I felt alone, afraid and sad

Seeking refuge behind the bush or a door

Remembered God and prayed for growing up fast.

God never came again, or listened to me

But I could not forget Him now, and prayed,

My prayers being casual and week though

Till one day I found that I am grown up and strong.

Adrenaline rushed in my blood and

I wanted to conquor, and tame and rule

The world, and found are many like me

Who wanted to rule, so we landed fighting the other.

Many years have gone by and do not

Know when we stopped fighting, and  became

Friend, together we hugged the 2 year olds

And told them don't grow up any more, life is best there.

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