Adolescence

T'was that thunder, t'was that rain,

Adolescent swings of the newborn brain;

         Cherished in a smirk round cheekbones,

         Plotting fingers with mud and stones;

That primitive chest was cradled easy,

Embossed in rains, embellished breezy;

             Blushful poses oh dirty noses,

             Hiding stains of bloody roses;

That old version, that sold me,

A tale of ages that told me;

            Threaded round that hairline,

      How beautiful are things with deadlines?

                   ©Zahid Mushtaq