I am 21
quiet mature and quiet immature
having immense dreams in eyes
going in the thick forest
having bundled of expectations on shoulders
in order to become a successful person
and to eat all tensions of parents
also seeking for something magical to happen
same as a beggar desires to marry moon
and also installing some new ideas
as play store updates apps in android phone
I lay on the roof in midnight with folding elbows
kissing the chin of moon in my wild fantasies
then sudden I recall the rigid rules of the society
same as a thief fears while entering in royal zone
I also wish to play with thousand of butterflies
but soon i recall the way of thrones
that is mentioned in tales of all geniuses
meanwhile An uninvited adviser pours his sermons on me
Same as Sindbaad always gets a path shower in Alif Laila
I am given a list of Do`s and Dont`s everytime
like I haven`t learnt even a single word yet
I look at the career options before me
same as a child looks through the pores of blanket
Sometimes Fantasy and reality get mingled
And I become confused whether to do or just escape away
Because I am 21.
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This beautiful poem reminded me of a bitter-sweet feeling, a magical and impatient wait of so many paths to discover…that was for me being 21…thank you for sharing your beautiful written voice with the world. And thank you for following my blog, I’m honored!
Many blessings,
Claudia
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Thank u so much Claudia for liking it…
I am also honoured ….
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Liked it. The way you described the age of 21.
Great thoughts written…
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Thank u
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