when I was of years five, <br />I wanted to be of six soon... <br />when I grew up till six... <br />I raised my wishes to jump at ten... <br />and when I completed my ten... <br />I planted the garden for being fifteen... <br />when I pillared my fifteenth... <br />I tried to find the jester of being sixteen... <br /> <br />and today I am sixteen.... <br />now wish to be a bird again... <br />wish to dance like jungles in rains... <br />wanted to catch rains in hand.... <br />want to share me with moon as friends... <br />want to dream for dorimon... <br />want to be a fairy with crown... <br />want to laugh at tom and jerry... <br />want a gift from Jesus merry.... <br />want to rule my on steps... <br /> <br />but today I am 18... <br />and still want to be five as evergreen... <br />want to paint my dreams... <br />want to cry for ice cream.... <br />want to irritated my daads brain... <br />want to be scared of heights.... <br />want to yel for chocolate bite.... <br />want to plan my nation at night.. <br /> <br />aara yaar please someone register my complaints.... <br />that I want to be five again....<br /><br />simran arora<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-childhood-27/
