Somehow I have grown up in a wrong way.

Somehow I have grown up with the wrong intentions.

Somehow I have made a lot of bad choices.

Somehow I have traded off my most innocent emotions.


I did earn a lot…

some good memories… some are woes.

Somehow I have impressed a lot of people…

Men and women… some friends… some are foes…


Having lost the quintessential me

I do have things in terms of gain…

But with every petrichor my heart cries… pride dies…

Time reminds me of the childhood rain.


Let my granny’s arms provide that safest embrace.

Let my mother’s lap be my most comfortable space.

Let my father’s voice wake me up in the morning.

Let the sunshine become adorning.

Let me not be shy to cry in pain.

Let me be a child again.