Rojina Aktar Poems

If I could travel back in time
To the joys, buzzes, excitement, ecstasy of the youthful whims of teenage fantasy, I d scoff and tell myself 'these feelings won't last forever, no matter what you yearn for, it won't always be! '

You reach twelve or an earlier age that puberty takes you under, when five pretty boys serenade you into wet-dream lust-driven wonder, tearing studies & education asunder,
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Do we ever really mean what we say,
When we greet the postman, the grocer or the neighbour as we rub shoulders on each passing day?

'And how are you Joan, heard your husband was demoted, must be awful! ' are the so-called inquiring utterances that escape from our lips, yet in reality your interest is as useful as what's languishing in her rubbish tips.
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The digital age & social media has reached global levels, that now to express travellers' tales no longer makes you feel like a rebel.
Travel to deepest, darkest Africa or Asia, where once upon a time the latest fashion fads or music were unheard of or unknown,
But do the same now, and the third world has become Justin Timberlakes second home.
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