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Growing up sucks!
The sidewalks ran away
From the streets we once knew,
From badminton in the by-lanes
With neighbours and friends.
Now the boy next door
Is just an apartment number
Or a face in the elevator.
The playground where we used to play
The creaky swing set that flew
Us to the moon and back again
Abandoned us to the mercy of the shiny mall
Banks and boutiques reaching for the sky
And a DVD store on the ground floor.
Another calendar gets thrown away
"out with the old, in with the new!"
More resolutions formed to be broken,
Numbers to store on the flashy PDA
For conversations that never take place.
Yes, it's time for another New Year
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Comment by: Tanmay - 2007-08-22 00:23
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| To me, the second stanza seems awsome. And the first line of the last stanza!! WOW! The best and the strongest line of this piece. Good work indeed. But as I also feel shaky, I found the same in your writings. We, the Bangladeshis, have genetic problem of fluent and habituated English. But good, really inspiring. |
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A good poem. Time stands still for no one and all passes, sometimes without a trace but we move on and make the best of the present so in the future we can look back on the past with pride.
Everyone has to grow up.
I look forward to your next upload.
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Comment by: Sabera - 2006-12-29 11:09
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| Thanks! I actually had a charmed childhood...it's 'today's kids' cooped up in cramped apartments with their xboxes and laptops as opposed to books and playgrounds that really break my heart...and make me write poetry, I guess ^__^ |
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Comment by: - 2006-12-28 11:14
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maybe the New Year will show all that "growing up" to be a dream, and we'll be children once more :)
i have few fond memories of my own childhood, i'm comfortable right where i'm at thank you -- but when you HAVE a child, its your chance to return, "another chance to get it right" . . . for THEM :) |
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Comment by: Jamilah - 2006-12-28 00:36
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Your style is interesting. Jaded, with a touch of sweetness.
The first two stanzas are expecially authentic to me. Losing the neighborhhod to "progress." Your third stanza has an interesting touch of bitterness. "More resolutions formed to be broken." A very different approach. Nice write. |
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