>As I Grow Older

When I was a child I was too naughty And loved to do lots of pranks But my mind was clear and white like a page I did not know well the world And life But knew the leaves are green In between the petals of my sweet name I hold values of chastity and virginity of innocence And utter words with much cautions And talk only truth But when I grow older and become a man Outwardly I am looked too sober Inwardly very wicked and clever As my mind is being filled with ink Darker and darker I become with information and dry knowledge Promptly I learn What is loss and what is profit And quickly find ways of short cut Instead of believing in sweet taste of hard work I start believing in fluke Luck Lured with glitter Possessed with lust and greed I completely become blind of substance Always calculating which way is more beneficial More crook In love, relations and politics Struggle teaches but I did not learn life by truth or experience Instead my world is bought with sweet flower of lies Involves in swindling, bribery and corruption I am too frustrated I do not want to grow anymore and give me back my childhood life.