I Am Twenty...

I am twenty,

They say the right age to get married!

When will they ever know,

A flower welcomes a bee only when it is ready?

I may be a bloomed flower

Yet not ready to give away the sweet nectar!

Slowly my parts fall apart,

The only regret?

There shall be none that looks like me

The new me, the young me!

I am twenty,

Yearning for my youngling

To dribble on my bosom

While it tries to call me ‘Mum'!

Oh, what pleasure that one-syllable word might give!

I am twenty,

Wanting desperately

To hold the little hands of my youngling

While narrating all the stories of fairies and dungeons

That my mum didn’t.

I am twenty

Dreaming about the mysterious,

Magical life that my youngling would offer to me.

I am twenty,

Waiting earnestly

To kiss my youngling,

Love my youngling,

Protect my youngling.

Oh! The apple of my eye.

When will I hold you with these very hands!

I am twenty,

Might be called a spinster with a toddler

At the age of forty!

Oh! I don’t care

As long as the creator

And my creation is with me.