When I was a small child,
I was not so wild
I was completely in his hand
And I was his own brand
When I grew up a little,
I found him growing a bit brittle
Now I had only a few things to say
Including that I had friends to play
When I continued to grow,
I hid things from his show
I hesitated to continue his talk
But my friends and I continued to walk
If I grew so high,
I might handle him with a sigh
I found myself shy
But I cannot understand why
I think this is generation gap
It goes away when I am in a trap
Life is too long to realize I was wrong
This gap is
not something that should prolong
M. ARUN KUMAR
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