Retrovert

Tiny was I

Under my mother's warmth.

Was eager to see the world.

They told I was not fit enough for that.

Later I started toddling.

Holding my father's fingures.

Was eager to know the world.

They told I was not old enough for that.

Later On, I learned to walk,to run.

To stand on my own legs.

To explore the world.

Now I am able to see

The repulsive face of it.

Yes,I am rather afraid of the ominous future

I wish to go back to the warmth of

My mother's womb.

And stay there forever.

Without being aware of

This pretentious world....