The Mind of a Teenager
+7The lost are the dreams
The lost are the thoughts
faint ideas and glimpses
shattered over mind
The horrible expectations
The horrible advices,but
shadows only and not even
an obscurity of light
The happiness of my 17
The dreams of my 17
i have the right to enjoy
but noone thinks so…
A creative mind cannot think
A living mind cannot breath
the only thing happening is
moving along somebodys path
The textbooks and notebooks
The only way to success,is
what society has taught
no,compelled me to believe
Its a restless life
Its a mind revolving around
all the theories and formulas
of all the rubbish around me
The confidence i have
The determination i have
is suppressed by some
and i dont know that beast
Whose are the mistakes?
Whom is wrong?
me or the world except me?
an immediate answer is necessary
And if the hands are pointing me
And i represent the whole teenage
the only thing we have to say is
sorry for our mistakes.
We again apologize because
Our mind is not stabled as your experienced mind, but was like
yours at your teenage………
This poem was written/submitted by Aiswarya.
