I still remember the immature me inside myself,
Which never allowed me to be frank
Just think of a guy from the segregated school, going for a coed ...🙁
Only two things I had with me
The ugly me
Nd a bit of humour
Which I knew would shatter.
After remaining 10 years in exile
One has to get his thoughts compile
'Hey!! Nitin .....come ,she is calling!!'
But that immature kid kept scribbling😊
Turning white pages to blue
Who thought that a boy bursting everyone into laughter
Would feel shy even to say a 'hi' to her
Yes, physics was correct !!!!
Opposite souls do connect !!
Look, A shy kid fall for you
And a chatter-box turned her way towards him!!!
From sharing our seat, to holding our hands
From getting jealous, to make people jealous
From starting our journey in a bus, to ending it up in it
Somewhere they set connections,
With a toughest question, which this immature kid had to answer.
An answer, he never thought of
An answer, which would compel him to act mature
An answer, which would make him cry under the pillow
And completely change the definition of love for him
And would break the bricks supporting the pillar,
On which his definition of relationship, care, love and the sense of owness stood tall
But yes , adolescence shaped his way
An immature kid was finally mature🙂🙂
©nitinsharm
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