We judge too often and hate too much
We lie too often and smile too little
We cry in private and hide our emotions
We don’t think twice before sabotaging someone’s reputation
We are mean and selfish
We only think for ourselves
We believe in showing off
We live an ostensible life
We are grownups
trying to survive in a deviant world
We laugh in abundance and cry when we are hurt
We are friends to all and have a loving heart
We are draped in innocence
We are not labeled as civilized
We call spade a spade
We forget animosity in a trice
We are God’s angel
We are children
And now as grownups,
trying to live a dubious life,
we wish we can be children again
Such is the irony of life
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yes……..to live, love, learn and feel like a child. what an amazing gift that would be.
Thanks for reading so beautifully 🌸🌸
truly my pleasure.
One of your best posts Shantanu. Really loved it
Thanks so much for such a beautiful read
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Such an irony it is..dubious life rotting out of old age..too pessimistic, I know😃
Well said my friend…. loved this post! ❤️
Thanks so much, Kranti ❤️
this is by far my favourite of all yours … resonates deeply!
Thanks so much for your beautiful read
my pleasure!
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Bahut hi khubsurat rachna…kash ham bachche hote…….
ek kavita jo hamne likhi thi sajhaa kar raha hun…..
नटखट थे पर अच्छे थे,
क्योंकि यारों हम बच्चे थे।
आ रूठ गए हम,मुझे मनाकर देखो ना,
दिल ब्याकुल है तुम गले लगाकर देखो ना,
हम भी लड़ते पर,पल में मिलजुल हँसते थे,
नफरत दिल में कल तक ऐसे ना रखते थे,
कल सीधे थे ,हम सच्चे थे,
क्योंकि यारों हम बच्चे थे।
मुठी में रहती थी अपनी वो जान,खिलौना मिटटी का,
जो टूट गई तो निकलेगी ये जान,खिलौना मिटटी का,
कल खेल खिलौने कच्चे,हम भी कच्चे थे,
पर प्रेम हमारे सच्चे थे,
क्योंकि यारों हम बच्चे थे।
क्या बदल गए हम,या संसार ही बदल गया,
क्यों प्रेम भरा जग कैसे प्रेम को तरस गया,
क्या हम बच्चे सचमुच में आगे निकल गए,
या सपने सब बचपन के सारे बदल गए,
अब प्रेम के बदले,हमसब नफरत करते हैं,
दिल की बातें भी हम दिमाग से करते हैं,
हाय कैसा बना जहान,जहाँ पर तड़प रहा इंसान,
मगर सब हँसते हैं,इससे अच्छे तो बच्चे थे,
हाँ हाँ यारों,
इससे अच्छे तो बच्चे ही हम अच्छे थे |
I absolutely love your poem. far better than mine. You write so beautiful
Most welcome dost….you are a great writer.
So are you. Thanks again
“And now as grownups,
trying to live a dubious life,
we wish we can be children again
Such is the irony of life” – वो कागज की कस्टि….
Absolutely my friend. Thanks so much
We are only human. So imperfect.
Thanks so much dear
So bittersweet!
I want to be a child again and also want my childhood back😊
You expressed it brilliantly Shantanu👏👏👏👏
I wish every person stays a child at heart and thoughts.This World will be such a beautiful place then!
I truly appreciate your words
I know my friend. I am with you. Thank you so much for your lovely read
🙂 🙂
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My absolute pleasure! ❤️
This has such a strong message behind it… beautifully written 💚
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Thanks so much, Rinum. Much appreciate your kind words ❤️
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Thanks a lot