I am eighteen years old now,
I do not know, I reached this age now,
Actually I do not remember much of childhood,
Just years rolled me up near my adulthood,
But it became possible only due to my parents grooming,
Else I would find myself as a vagabond carelessly roaming,
With uncombed dirty hair and reckless speech,
And body parts would have cried unattended with twitch,
I am not like it now, but much much better,
Appearance and looks are now much smarter…..
I learn from dad’s memories about me, a small kid,
Who had to be told stories and warmly hand fed?
Dad says,” When you learned walking you were a bony thin small boy,
Not much better than a wooden stick toy.”
But now when I see myself in the old mirror,
I cannot believe him as now I am a broad huge terror,
Everyone says my thinness made dad sad,
And he fed lots of protein to make me the present lad,
Now I am fat and reached his 5’9 height,
But still I am not allowed out somewhere at night……..
I learn from mom’s memories about me, a small kid,
And she was unable to find any naughtiness I did,
She says,” When you were a child, you were not so talkative,
Your sweetness was like one sleepless patient’s sedative.”
But now when I talk to one self,
I notice the person calling out for some help,
Mom got complaints for me as there seemed no light,
But now complaints gather, for me causing useless fight,
In my past though I wasn't so violent,
Yet got scoldings for staying silent…..
I learn from Granny’s memories about me, a small kid,
When I used to help her in picking pea seed,
She says, “You were too weak to walk,
And very shy to look up and talk .”
But now how do I believe that fact,
As I walk and talk in a tone of drama act,
Granny had to hear how foolish I was,
But she loved me proudly for the grandchild she has,
Now I am loved and patted like I am small,
But Granny “Now I am big, broad and tall………”
I learn from madam’s memories about me, a small kid,
When I didn't knew how to open a bottle’s lid,
She says, “I remember the small fatty coming with school bag,
Who didn't knew one should wear dress tearing its tag.”
But now how can I believe her saying,
As now I am huge tall boy always party playing,
She had to hear complaints for me not studying,
And me kept sitting to any question with head nodding,
Still now she thinks me to be all the same,
But Ma’am,”I am changed and smart with the old frame…….”
I hear from Uncle’s mouth about me, a small kid,
When I kept Bengali syllabi for the year’s mid,
He said, “Bengali is the easiest subject,
Study by heart to make the book the lightest object...”
But hard to believe that Bengali was my fear,
As Bengali poems are now my only loving dear,
He used to suffer my erotic Bengali pronunciation,
Uncle, “I understand now what harm I caused in base.
But now trying hard to catch up the Bengali chase….”
I learn from my heart’s memories about myself, a small kid,
When I used to watch excitedly the “Discovery Squid”,
My heart cried, “They are amazing and beautiful,
But I cannot reach them as I lack talent.”
But how to believe my own heart,
As now I am studying them in the Zoology part,
My heart suffered solely depression and demoralization,
And I so dumb then, knew nothing about improvisation,
But now my heart is stable and ambitious,
Aiming high to reach the top and enjoy food delicious…..
Actually these six people are my support pillars,
So I care damn about the bitches, heart killers,
I am better than I was in the past,
And dream big to explore the world so vast,
I need not have to worry a bit,
I have prepared myself for any outfit,
My sole intention of writing this piece,
Is to respect the caring & loving hearts like these,
I have no words for you all to speak,
I am very grateful to you all for not letting me fall weak…..
@Poet by situation
&
Not by birth….
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