Reminiscing the bygones

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,

On all his odds,

Just to stoop with THANKS,

A word that should prick him,

Formidable like her wish to grow