I am eighteen

m waiting for the clock to turn 12,
and m watching on the shelve,
my portraits of several times,
an then m lost in the melody of the wind chimes.

and I reach my childhood(dreaming),
and I see my giggling and sobbing,
it mesmerizes everyone,
and my everything seems so much fun.

then I reach a later stage,
my 1st school,my 1st new way,
I am missing my home badly,
"Ma'am send me back dats the only plea".

I am 13,my teenage starts,
I learn new words,I learn new arts,
I share topics with friends,speak less at home,
I start to realise I can write nice poems.

2 years and I am grown up more,
facial hair are there,things go directly to my heart's core,
Girls are friends,gender war is closed,
my length is long,and voice has become hoarse.

Oh m seventeen,
and I know why sea is blue and trees are green,
Music has become passion,
though I am still not interested in fashion!

and suddenly the clock strikes the time,
its the day of the creator of fire,its my time,
I am adult,I have reached the age,
now m a free bird,though m still in the cage.

I am eighteen,
there is something I am,there is something I mean,
"I feel like the king of the world"
"Happy Birthday"today these are my words...


Akul Sharma