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The troubled ones

You are a toddler, when you start to understand,

You run from one end of the room to the other, trying to make sense of each step you embark,

You fall and retrieve with nothing to look back to,

Everyone is around to nurture you

You then become a kid, young man as they tease,

School, books and exams, & friends to loiter around,

You break and make up with the others,

All is done under peer pressure

Then comes the worst of all, a teenager who walks tall,

Neither are you a kid, nor a young man,

Not close to being an adult yet not too far to know it all

Adolescent to adult, a sudden shift enduring,

Pressurizing future and anxiety within,

From a toddler to an adult, the journey felt forever,

Entering a phase of life, where you are the youngster in contour

Youth! The phase in life… Where you know it all, yet you don’t,

You want more of it, but time just won’t,

Giving birth and the life-cycle turns, troubled ones we all become……



I always try to think out of the box. i love poetry and hope to contribute my best to the field :)

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