THINKING THAT HE SHOULD GROW- a
Nostalgia
Thinking that he should grow,
She dragged him to the School
Ignorant of the importance,
He showed utmost reluctance,
To squander away a year off
Thinking that he should grow,
She pulled her guts to push him again
Devised myriad tact for only his gain:
Dragging a kid of his age [of her neighbor],
Only to befriend her son away from home,
Who led her son embark a wrong plane
Thinking that he should grow,
She takes him away from his mate,
Remote that they couldn’t meet,
For their bond could toss away,
An eye wink life, too precious to do that way
Thinking that he should grow,
She tells him to stand tall,
For he needs to face the world call
Now he is too grown to tell her nay,
He seasons all, on his ways,
To stand tall for new days
Thinking that he should grow,
He preps for world anew
Swayed by his friends,
He finds no place affixed
World around is all adrift,
Pushed back-and-forth by windy cranes,
The good and bad cranes of the days
Thinking that he should grow,
He withstands the roaring winds,
Those that came trailing behind,
With black-n-white hints
And he had transcended all,
To find himself stand tall
Thinking that he should grow,
He keeps himself upbeat,
Unmoved by daily bustles,
Unworn by daily hassles
All time his head high,
Breathing in the air of sigh
He stands tall, grew up with odds,
With the pervading oaths,
Of his only mother,
Taking him all along,
With her formidable wish to make him grow
Today he is grown,
B’cause of her wish,For so long
she cherish
He finds
himself privileged,
To
provide her the best,
Just to stoop with THANKS,
A word that should prick him,
Formidable
like her wish to grow
