S.D. TIWARI

(December.1955 / India)

18 till die


Glistening, dreaming eyes
lived today, hoped for future;
heart: full of winning spirit,
courage, craze and adventures.

Watching movies and sports,
listening music, eating fast food,
traveling, meeting to friends;
dancing at verge of adulthood.

Without fear of the criticism
can accept bigger challenges;
Filled with energy and enthusiasm
this is age of the cutting edge.

At my eighteen she met first,
our eyes aligned together;
Shot camera first time on her
and captured image for ever.

Yearning to retain this age till I die
but no one can stop the aging.
Though memories will stay till end
of that golden year of eighteen.

(C) S. D. Tiwari

sdtiwari1(@) gmail(.) com

Submitted: Saturday, March 10, 2012
Edited: Monday, June 04, 2012

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