Maturity…. What??

 Maturity…. What??


Maturity, the mask we don

Time, age and seasons pass

Ebbing away the childish smile

Storms of life

Weave and shape us

Scars, like badges of the past

And every fine line, wrinkle

With a story from the past

Both joy and sorrow, we embrace

The wisdom, that softly grows

A journey so slow

Yet deep…


But back somewhere

There is always a vulnerable you

A child like you

Within you

That still runs behind dragon flies

Hops around butterflies 

Distracts ant trails

Break out in cold sweats

At the mere sight of an insect

Draws pictures in sand with an antlion

Blows away milkweed follicles

Climbs trees to relish your favourite fruit

Mumbles gibberish tunes

Flicks raindrops falling down the roof 

Jumps in muddy puddles

Skips stones across the stream

Plays with sticks,

Like a mighty sword

Yes…

Like a broken kite

You sway around without barriers 

Nor thoughts

Or the burden of mind ruling the brain

An escape into the wilderness

In the exciting silence

A realm so wild and free

Unfolding the genie

Childish thoughts roam carelessly.


Why don the mask?

A social construct rather

To act as one

When all you have

Is a speck of a time

In the whole wide universe…

Ignite the child within you 

Ease the burden of your heart

Enjoy the glee in simply being…

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