Death of my Childhood Place

I miss the place so much
where I could climb trees
ate star apples and green mangoes
from fruit trees near our house                
 
bath in the river
made a raft
out from banana or bamboo trunk
go boating with my brother
and enjoyed swimming in the river
 
Where we made a makeshift dam
got some catfish
or played  with the tadpoles
and shooed away the frogs
 
and on rainy day
played with my childhood friend
creating pots and anything from the mud
forming clay vases and figurines
and enjoy the drizzles of the rain
 
But father sold the place
and we moved to an urban zone
where trees don't bear fruits
and fruits are not on trees but on groceries.
and clays are beneath the cemented road
and during rainy days
people will not go out
and everyone seems so busy on
their business and their job
 
so in grief of my childhood place
and gone with it is my childhood stage

Growing Up

 I never grew up

I still like beer
like I did when I was 16
Mommy
Daddy
all my teachers
several bosses
lots of friends
they all told me to grow up
I never did
Even my children hint at it
Dad! Gotta love ya
and then they giggle
That is the part I love
And when my wife says...
That is just the way he is..
I even like that better.
A kid in an old mans body
How good can it get
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Never again

 Never again will I be duped

Never again will I fall in your trap
 
Never again will I'll get near
to someone who is tricky, sly and foxy
 
Never again will you fool me
Never again will you bring me down
 
Never again will I let cruelty triumph
Never again will you make me cry
 
I'm stronger now and have grown in wisdom
and never again can you ruin my heart
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Rare Find

It's a rare find these days,
to find a beautiful mature person.
It's is either
beautiful and still a baby,
or matured and ugly.
not because it's the natural law,
but because most of us grow,
bringing with us negativities.
It's not just because of the law of gravity,
that the skin sags and
eye bugs drop in asymmetry
but more because of keeping under our skin,
resentment, frustrations
unforgiveness,  
anger and envy.
and I'm not pointing here
mere physical beauty.
 
 
We can still grow old gracefully,
maybe not physically pretty.
but we can dress our personality
with grace, kindness and congeniality.
It doesn't need an expensive jewelry
to show or bring out the best in us.
 
a warm smile than a frown
a cheerful disposition than a "feeling down"
for sure can make us grow with inner calm.
 
like an unattractive duckling
into graceful swan
or like an ugly caterpillar
into a beautiful butterfly.
or like a pure gold
that keeps its luster
despite the passage of time.