In the cradle I made hay
as a child I felt gay
grown with little toys
and dolls I must say
Soon became a teen
an uneasy and mean
everyone made an opine
that I am egoistic and unkind
Never thought of growing
still like a kid playing
day and night I was thinking
for a solution I was searching
An inner voice I heard
got panic instantly and shunned
but it continued to tell me
life’s all about play and gives in
I tried to start the game
soon I realized I am not same
I began enjoying the fame
as of now I had my own name
I was sprouting and its adolescence
I understood the state of flux
this is what life’s I thought
and never shall I give my crib off.
