As written on 13th march 2001 (one of my primitive works)

Today i have grown they say,
but, I feel that I m still a child;
Pretty funny, unusual, witty and wild.
But being a grown up I vehemently deny,
'coz a kid I'd like to be,
I'd like to be crazy and be just like me,
to jump, to shout, to fuss, to pout.
World is my playground I am here to play.
Give me the tools, let me mould my own clay.

Grown up, Why, you may ask, I would not like to be?

If to grow is to have silver streaks,
and crick in the knee while walking,
pain in the back (that probably would never heal)
and worry about the list that I'll forget while shopping.
Burdened by work and responsibility
like any other bloke striving for stability.
This type of grown up? No I can't be.
For me work is my love and passion my responsibility;
And finding stability while stumbling, is a natural ability.

I'd rather not grow old coz I know I'd grow wise,
I'd like to be a free bird, I know it sounds nice,
I'd like to be me for the rest of my life,
I am always full of "I".
Selfish? Yes! I can't deny.
For "I" stand for me n my family
my friend and also my enemy;
"I" stands for everyone who wants to follow their dreams,
"I" is for you and "I" is to be free,
So let the "I" join forces and make the world young again,
Let "I" be the fore to help everyone be free of worries,
Let "I" be a child; please just let "I" be,
Let "I" be me, always Let "I" be me.