Write a poem about growing up and losing touch with your childhood self. It can be free-flowing.
system
bade hone or apane bachapan ke saath sparsh khone ke bare main ek kavita likhen.yah mukt-pravaah ho saktaa he.
user
yah mazedaar he, maine kabhi nahin sochaa tha
fawde mujhe rote the.lekin,
gulabi log, jo emje karte the
sabase shaatir dabl-nots main taai,
bas baith gaya,
ek kone main,
mere nae ghar main,
durghatana se, kisi tarah,
yaa ho saktaa he, ateet main mujhase.
vah unase pyaar karti thi, or emje, or
titliyon,
chamak,
chattaane,
tairnaa,
or Laffy-taffys.
vah shaharon se nafrat karti thi, or phir bhi,
yahan main hoon, ek alag tarah kii chadhaai,
ab mere gale main dabl-nots,
bajaay.
alavida, purana dost.
assistant
<|system|>
</s>
<|user|>
bade hone or apane bachapan ke saath sparsh khone ke bare main ek kavita likhen.yah mukt-pravaah ho saktaa he.</s>
<|assistant|>
yah mazedaar he, maine kabhi nahin sochaa tha
fawde mujhe rote the.lekin,
gulabi log, jo emje karte the
sabase shaatir dabl-nots main taai,
bas baith gaya,
ek kone main,
mere nae ghar main,
durghatana se, kisi tarah,
yaa ho saktaa he, ateet main mujhase.
vah unase pyaar karti thi, or emje, or
titliyon,
chamak,
chattaane,
tairnaa,
or Laffy-taffys.
vah shaharon se nafrat karti thi, or phir bhi,
yahan main hoon, ek alag tarah kii chadhaai,
ab mere gale main dabl-nots,
bajaay.
alavida, purana dost.</s>
