When a bud grows and blooms
And unravel's its beauty
Giving off its scented perfume
Isn't that considered aging?

When a bird grows into its hands and feet
And feels that it is complete
And spreads its wings very far and wide
For its very first flight
That is also aging.

So why is it when man grows up
With full of experience
That he starts giving up
Is it lack of confidence?

With growth comes courage
A control over one's emotion
An enrichment of knowledge
An advancement in creation

Growth is a beautiful thing
Nothing to be sad of
It surpasses everything
Its not aging , its life that is tough.

For aging is just growth
Nothing to loath
It is a magical experience of bliss
That you don't want to miss