The Unsung Song

The Unsung Song long poem

The Unsung Song long poemUploaded by Clinton Savio


Like a moth inside the cocoon,
Waiting to kiss the bright sun,
Growing its wings in silence,
Slowly losing its innocence.

The girl next to me seems pretty,
My talks to her sweet and witty,
I learned a new word called crush,
I also learned to blush.

Not knowing what’s right or wrong,
Unbeknown of where I belong,
With weird face and soar throat,
I did a little academics and sport.

I became an adult now,
Before I knew how
The feeling was all new.

The transition now is rapid,
There’s no more tepid,
Information is the strength, Its dangers go to great lengths.

There are quarrels over double ticks and blue ticks,
Depression over shares , comments and likes,
The filter of the picture express the moods,
Emojis is now our mother tongue.

Happy and smiling on selfies,
Emulating their icon’s hobbies.
Followed by thousands virtually,
But in real the heart is just lonely.

The teens are on pill,
And they call it free will.
There’s no Jack and Jill,
They don’t kiss and tell.

Adolescence is invisible,
Though the physical signs are visible,
There’s name, fame and shame,
And we have nothing to blame.

Innocence is the melody of the unsung song,
Our souls yearn for it to last long.

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