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I don't want to grow up J

Dr. KRS Murthy

They gave me a box.

Asked me to think,

And, just think
 

To me, a little kid,

Playful, innocent, carefree, fun loving.

I took the box and banged it against the wall.

Punched a hole with my bare hand.

I started crying,

Not because I got hurt, punching the hole

They spanked me very hard

For them, "how dare did I bang and nick the box,

And also punch a hole !"
 

I cried hard and scared them real well.

They were scared by me crying so loud.

They felt bad and went away.

After a while, I was alone.

This was the best time for me to really play

I looked inside the box,

peeping into the hole I made.

I could not see much, because it was too dark.

I took it outside into the sun and looked again.

I couldn't see much inside.

I took a knife and cut it open.

I got hurt again.

No one spanked me this time.

I cried a little.

It was my mistake.

I cut myself with the knife,

Cutting the box open
 

I was bleeding.

But, I had to see what is inside.

I put my head into the opening

That was not satisfying !

I went inside, looked inside,

And looked outside from inside

That was fun

To see how the outside looks from inside
 

I felt like I am part of the box

This was fun to think how a box might think

Of the outside world we all play in.

I banged the walls of the box from inside

That was music, that I never knew I know

I was beating and started singing.

I was so glad that I can sing so well.

I may as well sing, when I need to cry !
 

That was much fun

I got tired of it and felt hungry

I tried to come out of it.

No, I could not.

I was stuck inside

That scared me.

I cried again,

But, no one heard me this time.

What is the meaning of crying

When no one hears you !

When there is no one to pull you out !!
 

OK. I realized this time

I have to be quiet and try to come out

I said to myself,

"I am a little kid. I can crawl out

One hand and leg at a time."

It was damn hard, but I had to do it

It took a while, and a lot of sweat.

Wow ! I am already out almost.

Minutes later, I was free.

 

True that was painful and scary to be stuck inside.

It was more fun than just playing with box

And fun to play and feel one with the box

I said to myself

" I am never growing old,

like the people who spanked me"
 
 

They may never know why I like it that way

They may never know to grow up,

But not really grow up JJ J

The poem is about the creativity in all of us. It is the kid in us, with full of innocence, fearlessness, playfulness and a sense of exploration. The creative quality of the kid is natural. The box is the symbol of the frame work of the problem or situation presented to us. This also refers to the "out of the box" thinking, synonymous with creativity. The people who spank are the conservative people in our life, sometimes including our own parents, teachers, bosses and so on. The key to creativity is to look at a problem or a situation in a non-traditional way, have fun with it and be fearless to do something out of the ordinary. You should not let the creativity and a sense of exploration - the kid in us - disappear as we grow.