Youth stretches her repertoire
form end to end of newfound land.
World quietly ignores it.
Youth builds her muse
in towering flames torching new skies.
World gasps in disdain.
Youth plays her music
in neoteric notes created by the unheard.
World whispers heresy.
Youth plants her poetry
with new alphabets of hope and oneness.
World scoffs amusedly.
Till, in tired mutual contempt -
the world consumes its youth,
and youth grows into this world.
Settled and snug, we wait for arrival of Youth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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