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Adolescence

A lot of praise and admiration I got when I was full of innocence
Now, I am under crook clumsy seductive adolescence.
Keeping head straight, running life difficult a lot
Sensing the senses makes me a bewildered pot.
Unknown pricks me, the soul is heavy and restless
The world appearing suffocated ruthless.
Sentiment creeps in, around hard blowing the wind.
I do not know how to cool and keep quite my mind.

Easy life becomes hard,
Thinking gone absurd.
Depth less burning, calm less itching titillation
Insatiable desire, and unreal imagination,
Fear-guilty-under morality-frozen blood
Reason-logic floats tumultuous overturn vessels in the flood.
Volcanic eruption crave quivering
Crazy emotions all are thrilling!
How to cope? where to turn?
Is easy life being forever gone?











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Submitted: Friday, December 16, 2011
Edited: Thursday, June 13, 2013


Comments about this poem (Adolescence by Abdul Wahab )

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  • D H (9/28/2012 7:26:00 PM)

    The mood of the Adolescent years of a person, this reminds me sadly that mine is coming to a end.

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  • Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (9/27/2012 10:45:00 PM)

    thought provoking questions.
    after adolescence do we feel the same?
    Congratulations! Abdul Wahab. I give you 10...

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  • Floyd Floydson (9/27/2012 2:22:00 PM)

    your mirror of time shows where the spot goes...congrats Abdul

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  • Guy Lip-more (9/27/2012 1:48:00 PM)

    Really good poem, brings back memories. Good write.

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  • Heather Wilkins (9/27/2012 12:20:00 PM)

    you are in a spot of honor today. much deserved Abdul.

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  • Charles Darnell (9/27/2012 12:17:00 PM)

    Good poem, Abdul. Your poem brings back my own memories of that long ago time.

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  • Salema Khatun (9/27/2012 10:32:00 AM)

    this is really great!

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  • Heather Wilkins (9/19/2012 8:40:00 AM)

    when in our youth life is simple/easy. But as days go by it becomes difficult to deal with. but this is life as we know it. you write about those days so gracefully. nice ink

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  • Malini Kadir (4/9/2012 1:05:00 PM)

    so far in your poems this one really is good

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  • Zubayer Zakir Khan (4/8/2012 1:27:00 PM)

    Simply written but its a good read =) ....guess that is the beauty of this poetry written by you. Great work indeed, carry on. Cheers!

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