Those glory days of wondering around, <br />Those tiny legs cuddling around, <br />A child somewhere could be seen around, <br /> <br />The careless mistakes, <br />The fearless mischiefs, <br />Those different ways of breaking peace, <br />A child somewhere was moving around, <br /> <br />Those cute smiles and the fake cries, <br />The unique ways of creating surprise, <br />Somewhere childishness could be felt around <br /> <br />Those hundred ways of creating irritation, <br />The thousand types of lovely tantrums, <br />Those stubborn demands for smallest of things, <br />The childishness within became profound, <br /> <br />The limbs grew, <br />The fingers increased, <br />The hairs grew, <br />The foolishness ceased, <br />The child had started growing now, <br /> <br />The perception grew <br />The intellect increased, <br />The cache grew, <br />The RAM increased, <br /> <br />The impatient senses had now calmed down <br />The inquisitive eyes have settled now, <br />The child's curiosity had ceased now <br />No Childishness could be felt around<br /><br />Jameel Ahmed Ansari<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tiny-legs/
