The Grown-up

The Grown-up

I remember those days

When:

My my eyes wondered at twinkling stars,

My voice made those cuckoos fool

and my barefooted flights behind butterflies.

Tasting sour- salted mangoes,

Dancing in the rain,

The days of endless quarrel and stunds,

 with my brother, for the yummy piece of chocolate

Later,the reddish face of my mom

with a long stick,burned in anger!

Moreover,my fear of beasts and witches

whom I read in the some fantasy stories...

Nights with tender-sweet dreams...

and charismatic mornings.

My childhood.
I never guessed that:
The days without fun and soul happiness
are yet to come in my life too.

The realization strucks me!
Yes.I have been GROWN-UP.
The Grown-up.

You know,The Grown-up people
will not smile...
will not cry...
and
they JUST lives!
Just lives.

Think, are you too a  Grown-up?
The Grown-up?