On Growing Up.

             On Growing Up.

From four to two,

The magic of the limbs makes a face lift,

Freezing the horizontal moves for a vertical hit.

Growing up means,

Easing out parenting in installments;

Giving a countdown call for independence.

Doting on electronic gadgets for favoured support,

One grows with self designed control systems.

Day care manuals and Kindergarten imports,

Prefix the teenage tableau on a far sighted note.

Knowledge at door step, makes competitive bidding,

Speeding up growth of hormones, at jet speed through the net.

Schools as concentration camps, flood the brain for a quicker line.

Growing up faster than normal, is living in haste sans taste;

As tasteless food is worse than medicine,

Growing up, not knowing how one has grown up ,

Like dating without doubting how and who, one dates,

Is nothing but adding massive muck to the body and soul.

Growing in stages, marking one’s pages,

Gets into the grit to run the gauntlet.

To grow as one wills, at the offer of guidance sought, not steered,

Justifies growing up on a genuine flow of time for one’s travelling,

Shaping one’s body and mind, shunning saturation of any kind.

                                                                  P.Chandrasekaran