A good time to introspect did I felt
Twenty one gave new aspirations
A time to move out from pamper shell
Show to the world I do exist on my own
Planning and moving with a sketch
Stroke sudden threw it all from me
Senses lost for days and months
Time elapsed going to a moron journey
Dreams still breathing path walked lost.
Twenty one meant to give results
Seeds sown since childhood after all
Out of sight seemed all that meant
Let it go, How come? How come?
Joined the pieces together with pills
Racing to the similar though lately
Alone, all alone have to find recovery
Dream woven soul, eyes enclosed all
Reached the path of success finally
With lessons beyond books ever hold
Twenty one lane - a yearning bliss enfolds.
Written by: Sneha Agarwal
For the Contest - ....AT THIS AGE
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud