To a page flaunting senseless scribbles.
Of writing name and roll number
A phase of blissful ignorance came through.
Amidst chirpy giggles and petty thrills
A hit by puberty forced itself through.
By the time I could grasp a change
Adulthood had already made its way through.
The night was long and dark
In the bed filled with rose petals and raw attraction.
Two locked hearts and untamed souls
Filled a diary with youthful idiosyncrasies.
In the race to achieving success
The time was up to show children their way.
Life had come a full circle
When the receding hairline decided to make way.
When heydays became a distant memory
A sense of satisfaction grew stronger.
A walking stick that was once laughed upon
Now became a companion for life.
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