From Young To Youth

From Young To Youth short poem

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When I heard the sound
in the history of time
a young me, I found.

I probed my inner self
I clutched her,
stumbled and again,
she was gone with the wind.

Silent spectator, she was
updating each character of mine,
transforming me.

Many a times
had I aroused her.
She was dead.
A youth lived.

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Divya G Prasad

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Hailing from Bangalore, my passion for poetry began with a competition conducted during my high school. My collection of poetry spans over a decade and gives me an inner-peace.
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