The Folly of Age

What changes does teenage not bring in us!

My dolls had been my friends,
In the winter mornings,
In the summer dawns,
And in the rainy hours,
But my unmindful age pretends,
Don't go near them! You're a big girl now
You have grown,grown to be twelve
Dolls don't suit you anymore,Mohor!

Games,tic-tac-toe, X and knot
For them,I wasn't rarely sought
But not knowing am I,
What lesson so high,
my pestering age taught
That I despise playing them,
I feel so timid
I feel so ashamed,
What worry this age brought!

Why age,
Why did you kill my spree?
why did you do this to me?

Author's Note

Constructive criticism is applauded!

Reviews

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you make something very beautiful. From your words and feeling and emotions. Well done.

[Sonakshi Arora]

Lovely Mohor! As a teenager I could definitely relate to this :)

[Quill]

Thnx😀Glad you felt it....