Teenage

a poem by Jayant Sharma

From thirteen to nineteen,
from schools to college canteen,
from bore studies to a joyous scene,
from reality to a world unseen,
from master to mister teen,
from chocolate faces till hair intervene,
from short pants to style with jean,
from remembering birthdays to remembering valentine,
from cartoons on t.v. to movies on a big screen,
from a child to an adult man,
the ‘teenage’ is hard to scan.

From ignorance to sensibility,
from ineligible to eligibility,
‘teenage’ increases capability.

From cycles to motorbikes,
from video-games to cricketer’s strikes,
‘teenage’ starts changing likes.

From butterfly catching to chasing girls,
from oily hair to hyperon curls,
‘teenage’ changes skulls.

From bone-statues to cool biceps,
from giving claps to gifting slaps,
‘teenage’ has many traps.

The seven years of teenage pass
like seven days of a week,
this time is cherished…
when freedom is at peak.
Let every teen remember this,
‘enjoy teenage or a dream you’ll miss’.