The Salad Days (A poem)

When life seems fun
Worries less or none

Days are carefree
Nights very sleepy

Energy over flowing
and Ideas pulsating

Choices are easy square
Books are biggest nightmare

School & College  formalities
Yet desire to conquer universality

The World begins with friends
 hot or not, follow every trend

 Parents are resourceful ones
Think have money in tons

Our judgements very harsh
Decisions quick, personality starched

Music is life, volume deafening
Want riches & fame at beginning

Everything starts with I, Me and My
Belong to Royalty, can’t comply

The special beings, destined to rule World
Individuality & Uniqueness, our favorite words

 Love and affairs are also in tunnel
A gossipmonger dropped my news through the funnel

Everything changes when reality hits
Life isn’t fair, everyone admits

It has seldom ups and many lows
Experience asks a lot, many setbacks and blows

Your friends aren’t your world whole
Everyone busy to hit his own goal

 Have to earn to make a living
 No pots of gold there, few upswings

Days are shorter, and nights less sleepy
Once were Salad days, now strange and creepy

But will steer these tough days well
Dreams will be true, after a hard work’s spell
(Samima)
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