Youth Poem by Priya Vaidyanathan

Youth is an eon, where you remain active young…
It is the time when all the happy memories are sung
You can be a youngster. I can be a youngster.
Wondering how? Let me tell u now.

A boy of age twenty
Had talents in plenty
He remained active right from the dawn
And played merrily like a happy little fawn
Academics were his right hand game.
With all good qualities, I would cal him a lame.
Wondering how? Let me tell you now.

He never respected the nation
Of old people, he made fun.
He never was interested in working for country's gain.
But was much interested in BRAIN Drain

He is a youngster for his age
But character-wise, he is a source of rage

A senior citizen of age 61
Whole heartedly respected the nation
He stood up whenever the National anthem was sung aloud
Working for the country's gain, made him feel proud.
Though being old, he never was lethargic.
Of speaking good words, he never grew sick.
The commons see him as a person getting older
But for me, he is an old teenager.
Wondering how? Let me tell you now.

His characters have made him a teen,
Characters which were so nice and clean.

Youth is thus the state of mind
Youth can be a man with the skin lined.
Respect the country
You'll be a youth even at 73! !