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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The mood of the Adolescent years of a person, this reminds me sadly that mine is coming to a end.
thought provoking questions.
after adolescence do we feel the same?
Congratulations! Abdul Wahab. I give you 10...
your mirror of time shows where the spot goes...congrats Abdul
Really good poem, brings back memories. Good write.
you are in a spot of honor today. much deserved Abdul.
Good poem, Abdul. Your poem brings back my own memories of that long ago time.
this is really great!
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
so far in your poems this one really is good
Simply written but its a good read =) ....guess that is the beauty of this poetry written by you. Great work indeed, carry on. Cheers!