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Kumar Archita

Abstract Classics Inspirational

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Kumar Archita

Abstract Classics Inspirational

Adolescence

Adolescence

2 mins
250



And she grew wise and beauty,

Against the scarlets of petals,

There's a time at noon when she slept at lawns half naked,

The grasses tickles her body and the air hangs over her featherless body,

Her skin is soft like melted butter,

Her body is developed with perfect postures,


The whimpering fireflies whispered in her ears an anthem of adolescence,

Misfit for children fairs she cling over ferry rides,

Confused with wrong and controversial affairs she avoid boy's lips ,

Immerse in floating thoughts she felt cheated or broken hearted sometimes,

She hided her first puberty blood with sands of seashore,

Frightened of punishment she bore all the pains herself,

Cramps and craves demented upon her pious soul,


The night enveloped darkness and heavy rainfall,

Mother breathed shallow as she looked for her

in the oncoming crowd of emotion,

I strained like a hound held in lease raced towards her ,

The symphony of sympathetic emotions overflows the brim of eyes and lips,

She is enclosed herewith her mother,

I am encouraged in strong sense,

Neither ashamed nor fear of driving  

new memories of adolescence ,


With heels and smiles she flaunts her body curves ,

Her mood swings and wrath warrior longed for something to envelope ,

Several expectations formed and forwarded to be discussed,

Ruling the era of queendom and freedom

maturity embraced her,

Like a fish escape from hand her imagination moves till caught

Twinkling, sparking, her life is shrewd ,

Working of genes and hormones forms a musical rhythm at night,

She beckons for the dreams to knock at her bedroom's doors, 

Dotted with emotions she harrassed sometimes,

Ribcage is her boundaries which she couldn't escape.


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