Young Man

We are born Then quickly become child Sweetie, lovely and cute Hand to hand Lap to lap Laughing, playing and crying In joy, sorrow and in fear That too passed with a sweep And without hurdle crossed into an age teen Running, jumping and hoping a lot Sometimes delighted Sometimes in pain Heart broken when scolded or harsh words are spoken Days after days are passed Merriment banter and fun Those days fast and furious gone Grown up young like a just bloomed flower of the morning Taking sap, light and air Beautiful is life and suck the lees from the brim Drench, drink and swim in the drops of dew Then the day comes We wake up and things are found changed Though nothing has been gone wrong Yet we wonder and see We become a full -bloomed young man.