The lost childhood


The industry of manufacturing the perfect child
Is infectious and driving all parent-kind wild
For want of supreme praise,
the way the parents raise,
their ''products'' now a days,
Keeping the reality in haze
Imposing their own dream in tender minds
who, though are born free
But are ''wired'' to always agree,
to Elders who think they are always right
keeping the little ones on their finger tips day n night
Killing innocence bit by bit
Dictating- ''Now you stand, Now you sit!''
Restricting the healthy mind to grow
That's how their seeds they sow
Swimming, tennis, painting, music, studies
No time to explore their own hobbies!
All tiny ones running a mad rat race
From dawn to dusk their well-wishers chase...

When we were young and the clock struck five,
A feeling of joy and hurray would arrive
All kids jump out of their houses
And play, play n play as if it were the last day!
A melody prevailed amongst the cacophony
Of yelling kids not in harmony
Jumping, bumping, laughing and crying
Some victories, some bruises, dirty clothes- still enjoying,
Maddening happiness- a feeling so pure
Would freshen up and energize the evenings for sure
The art of organizing, team-spirit leadership and commitment
Cannot be learnt from books and that's my statement
The magic of playing with a bunch of friends
Cannot be experienced from virtual games!

Now a days no one hears the 5 pm noise...
As kids are now not out in the grounds
They are busy going to tuitions & extra-curricular
Chasing their parents dream unclear
Induced competition is destroying their mind
To open up to a friend they do not find
To share their childish dreams & desire
To laugh aloud and secretly play with fire
Kids are now turning robotic
heartless, emotionless somewhat lunatic
And whom do we put the blame for all this?
The mom, the dad, the neighbour or the miss?
Do we really love our child?
Or are we manufacturing an army wild?


















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