Teenage-The Way One Accepts It - Poem by CHETAN PANDEY
A small plant with curious twigs,
Did changed into a cactus spine!
For a new North wind blew through it,
Namely the teenage time.
A stiff and risky attitude came
Inside the Holy stem.
And spreaded like a poisonous Sting,
Killing the soul, like gem.
The king's little innocent prince
Now turned someone superior.
Few days before who was a child,
Changed into, my lord, the emperor.
The king's eyes when filled with tears,
Remembered the little white rose
Few days before who was a bud,
Now possessed some thorns.
Is really the teenage time so rude?
So selfish and so mean!
Is it necessary for a teen to gain wings post thirteen?
Let's celebrate the time in a new fresh way,
With correct decisions in hand.
And make the septum teenage time
A merry and fruitful errand.
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