Children's Way | Social Satire | A Peom Dose, Keeps Happiness Close

I turned eighteen that year.

But long before I was poisoned:

"Children's Day is for children;

With children, I mean kids.

Not you.

You are grown.

You should pout and snout

Your age has weared away.

A folklore, in a snap, to say."

I found no threshold behind

I found no tape to rewind.

But when?

Where and why?

What was wrong- 

In not being sly?

My age is just a number.

I love eating the cucumber,

Instead of putting it on my face,

Nor waiting for the right slant

To throw my ace.

I turned some years more this year.

God knows why, I feel so younger.

The child in me,

Laughs at the memory-

Of how they said:

"Children's Day is for children

With children I mean kids.

Not you"

POOH!!

The world will be a tomb,

If we agree to that.

The world will be a treasure hunt

If we all sing and clap:

Toast to the child inside me.

Toast to the way I want to be.

Life goes right, life goes left

I dance and sing at the end of the day. 

Toast to the ones, who embrace their kid

Toast to me for being this "superior way".

                                    -Sk Muskan Tabasum