Mujtaba 'mujzvi' Rizvi
The Gift Of Childhood - Poem by Mujtaba 'mujzvi' Rizvi
Ever since I was a little boy, I always wanted to grow up,
I was fed up of being ordered around and being told to shut up.
I never liked being small and I always hated school,
I always wanted to use a pen and never like pencil as my tool.
I wanted to go to tutions and never liked self study,
I always wanted to have friends outside school and have a true buddy.
I always wanted to use face-washes and never like the 'kids toothbrush',
I always wanted to have a life full of excitement and rush.
I wanted to wear casual clothes to school and never liked PT,
But little did I know that this phase of my life I would again never see.
Eight years on, I got what I had always wished for,
I wish I was a bit careful with the wishes because I am having a war.
I hate being 'BIG' and now I miss school,
I hate the using the pen and I dont mind the pencil as my tool.
Tutions are pathetic and self study is better,
There are no such things as a true buddy because everyone's a traitor.
Pimples are disheartening and face-washes have ruined my face,
My life is such a big rush that I dont have time to tie my lace.
Casual clothes are a bore and you dont know what to wear,
You waste a lot of time thinking but all you do is stare.
I wish I hadnt asked for all those things, I wish I was still a kid,
I wish I could do all those things again which I always did.
My life's a complete mess and I wonder where did it all go wrong,
I look back and I realize I am somewhere where I never belong.
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