This blog post is dedicated to all teenagers in the throes of their turbulent teens.
November 1986.
Darkness shrouds her lovely face
And gloom, her being decked in lace.
She is a sixteened adolescent
Whose mind is neither opaque nor transparent.
On the threshold of womanhood she stands
Still bound by girlish strands
She knows not, yet, whither to go -
What to choose and what to forego.
Still, amidst all this, she wants to be bold
To face life and come out of its hold.
She wants to decide, to know right from wrong -
But, she understands, she has to wait a little long.
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I am happy that you have revived your Daily Muse. It is very nice. Hope many more from you.
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Thank you, Uncle. Am glad you liked my blog. Will try to keep posting more reguarly....
ReplyDeleteI could relate to this one so well. I just spent a few days with my niece and this poem so nicely reflects what I saw in her.
ReplyDeleteThanks! Glad you liked it, Kiran.
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