Poetry

Age of eighteen!

Personal note: This I wrote on my 18th birthday. It has been four years and this is certainly not my best work, rather, at times it sounds childish. But it still is a sweet reminder of that morning and very special! Enjoy!

     Revolts of all kind

        Battles going in mind

        Thoughts making you suffer

         Whole world looks duffer

          Trying to color the world into a marvelous painting

          Such is the age of eighteen.

Family advices are not heard

Schools and colleges seem weird

Amazing ideas only coming into your brain

All other scholastics flowing into drain

Life looks like a blockbuster in making

Such is the age of eighteen

          Crushes are transformed into true love

          Heart keeps flying like a dove

          Always willing to prove you on a second chance

          All wonders look ordinary in front of romance

          Confidence keeps on dripping

          Such is the age of eighteen

New powers are felt

Even iron can be melt

Life looks nothing but treason

Always proving it with enough reasons

World seems a podium of seeking

Such is the age of eighteen

          Always discovering new auras

          Life opening up as box of Pandora

          Nights ending up sleepless in search of destiny

          From classrooms to shows of matinee

          Resulting into explosions within

          Such is the age of eighteen

It is the best age

Bird trying to break the cage

It’s the transition from youth to adult

Giving the person status of cult

It gives the chance of inner digging

Such is the age of eighteen

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