Three plus three

I saw someone in the mirror, whom I can’t recall
resembled me, somehow but was not me.
I could have taken a longer look but I was getting late
All my friends were waiting at the gate.
We had a plan to catch some snail,
Which we do everytime it rains, with out a fail.
Catching butterflies gets a little tiring,
Sneaking, running and snatching them in the flight
I just woke perspiring.
“ I love those round milk sweets and the chocolate on the cake”,
There is no one to listen and no one to answer
I get up like everyday, counting the wrinkles.
“There is one more hair around my ear”
Like everyday there is again a call from her,
Asking me if I am sincere,
How do I tell her that growing up is my biggest fear?
Moreover verse three is never clear
Growing up meant loosing everyone I hold dear.
“For god sake , you are thrity three, make some decisions”.
“Don’t touch that chocolate,
you get it for two Asterix , one phantom and one nice song”
Still figuring out the boy, who was rushing to catch some snail.
The best place for butterflies in Doon is to follow the trail
Till they take you the greens.
“Are you listening?” I heard someone shout.
Yeah, I do but three plus three just makes six – butterflies, snails and lies