Poetry

Ride Of Life….

Childhood, a time with no worries, no heebie-jeebies,

everything seems to be true,

Never dreaded, so bubbly, dancing, cheering

in deeds we do;

But irrepressible to stop the clock,

to enter the teenage, with  its knock;

The colours of world seems so parallel and indefinite,

never to sure what to inculcate and what to eliminate;

Must to be steered in a right side,

A perfect time to décor our life ride;

Hold my finger till the eternity,

Its my prayer, while with you in serenity.

 Prachi Gupta

 

 

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