Back then, being schooled,
I enthusiastically hogged on letters,
Rolled them into words with my tongue,
Swallowed them properly to form sentences
While tripping down my throat,
Till they finally settled down and digested in my stomach.


This, to me they said was growing up.


Now that they say is done,
Am braving indigestion, burping out sentences,
Trying to bite them into words again, chew them back in.
So much for trying, I am only puking out letters, not just the ones I had,
Throwing out much more than what I thought I had all these years.


This, to them I say is growing up.


Sahil Chopra