Love At 17 Poem by Vishal Kadrekar

As we walk past each other, we exchange looks,
She for hate, I for love,
A chemistry that never begin for me,
A know I'm wrong, I'm still repenting.

This is love for me at 17,
She is my puppy love (people said) , because I'm 17,
I'm in great pain, to be in love at 17,
My heart wants to let you go at 17.

Friends said was she was an illusion,
Because there is no use loving.
Someone who wouldn't care for you,
But my thoughts are at collision.
You're the one my selfish love is seeking,
'Cause I want to be loved by no one, but you.

This is love for me at 17,
You make me cry, though I'm 17,
I feel my dream is you at 17,
My heart wants to let you go at 17.

I still can't swallow your bitter answer,
My heart makes false promises of someone better.
You said you won't be coming back,
But my love still waits for you.

All this just at 17.