‘The 16th year’: Poem by Varinda Chopra, Apeejay School, Mahavir Marg, Jalandhar

Twelve months,
And she feels she’s running out of time.
Her anxieties whisper, “Talk a little slower”
Well now you’re getting older.

Something is always awakening,
Like caught up in her own frustration,
Guess it’s no wonder,
It was better when we were younger.

“You’re working, you’re learning,
Be sweet, and wait a bit,
Feel it and don’t quit”,
Like being pulled by adulting.

She is living in the same old world,
But understands it so differently.
While life got its own curves,
Guess memories are what hurts.

Can’t hold people, can’t hold time
And the nights that never die.
Her smile is priceless,
Blessed if you see it in her silence.

Hugs the solitude more than anything,
Until the heaviness sinks into drops.
Every year, the same day, the same thing,
Darling, it’s just the start.

Expressions are long lasting,
Her glances are too quick.
Ready to take the risk,
Cause, one day she’ll be glad she did.

A sunlit soul, darker than the night.
Has different smiles in front of the same mirror.
The picture mumbles, the winter shivers,
Know her and still never.

Slipping into it every second,
She has reached the end of her year.
And she hopes whatever you hope for her,
Is something really worth it all.