Teenage And Teachers

Teenage And Teachers short poem

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The age of glory,
Many words for excel;
For intricate and impulsive minds
1000 things to baffle.
Fairies evolve to friends and devils to foe;
When your Adrenaline starts pumping,
You long to, But never know
that’s where you either feel like a lachrymose
or, with people, you start to row.
Families seem like reminders
of untold, words to be kept,
you; Amidst the Tug-of-war,
of peer & parents are left.
Then, one fine day, you find those angelic professionals
who seem to be trained
with you, to be dealt.
Out of the whole pandemonium;
you come to know
Of ones, with patience,
other than parents;
And with commitmental care,
More or less than siblings.
They are determined to enlighten,
the path, you wish to embark on.
Then, again one day,
as fine as rain
You realize the gaiety and bliss,
are surprisingly ephemeral;
Even if you hate to part with them,
It’s invincible ritual,
that you have to bear the pain

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In the second line word “to” would have been better if used instead of for excel..its just a piece of advice to excel.. No offense ment

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