Tanishq Sharma

Rookie - 0 Points (13/10/1996 / Delhi)

The Three Stages Of My Life. - Poem by Tanishq Sharma

Bruised and lonely as i sit, I ponder upon what has made me this.
Bending down to see how far does this go,
the shades of memories making me low.

The three stages of my life, i see.
Kid, Child and teenage namely.
Each emphasizing to its own,
Pointing out, every mistake, equally grown.

Giggles of a new born, do i hear,
Grumbles of a youth, do i hear,
Crises of my teen, do i hear.

I hear the agony of a broken crayon,
I see the distress of un-satisfied wish for a chocolate,
I feel the miseries of a broken heart.

I hear the bliss of making noises,
I see the pleasure of being the favorite child,
I feel the joy of getting someone's attention.

I hear the passing bells of a pram,
I see perplexity to decide the favorite cartoon,
I feel the dilemma of two different perspectives.

Walking beyond the lane of my memories,
i halt at a place called present,
I stand up from the place of despair,
Grasp all those sheds of tears and Smiles..

And Begin walking towards my future....

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

This is a poem written by Me recently.
The poem narrates some insignificant yet significant events in the process of advancing from childhood to an adult hood.
The poem illustrates pain and agony, and at the other hand, sparks the joy and happiness.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 6, 2013

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