Just 18 Poem by Indranil Bit

Just 18



A young way to crave in old views
Is an idea disliked by the most!
Yet an untamed heart of mine, restless,
To acclaim my own thought hues.

Cradles there out of the ashes,
A dream to adore, a promise to self.

Perhaps this day I will pen you down,
Let the present mock, future will praise.

Wednesday, November 22, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: hope
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