GROWING UP

It is not the black and white innocence anymore,
You get pushed in,
Without zeal and intention
Into a realm where the people
Change into strangers without words
And move in and move out of shadows
Sometimes familiar faces turn into
Nine-coloured rainbows
And vanish
And you see them walking in the
Same old sweat- shirts
With the same familiar smiles.

Growing up
Saves a lot of pain
And reminiscing.