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Coming of Age

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Vanquishing innocence

Seeking eloquence in rebellion

Making sure the ideal

Stayed stealthily at hand…

 

Artfully destroying feet of clay

Unwilling to give up the heroic principle

But bending enough rules to make it seem so.

It would seem I’ve made the transition.

 

I never intended to go there.

I never intended to grow up.

“Peter pan”esque would I be.

Defiant till the end.

 

Till when all them bridges are burnt,

And all you can do is grow up and deal with it. Them.

 

27 April, 2017

For Day#26 of #NaPoWriMo 2017, National Poetry Writing Month, 2017

 

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Author: Usha Pisharody

A rambler, pretends to be a teacher, loves to dream, and go on Quixotic Quests in the Realm of Romance With Life...

3 thoughts on “Coming of Age

  1. Innocence disappears inevitably
    Rebellion suppressed indubitably
    Peter Pan den(f)ied age
    But ‘All the World’s a Stage’
    And we deal with burnt bridges suitably!

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