Am I old or am I young,

I know not what I am.

 

My mother says I’m an adolescent,

I know not what it means.

They say I am neither a child nor an adult,

I know not who I am.

People say it’s a difficult age,

I know not what they say.

 

All this talk makes me nervous,

About the future.

I know not what I am to be.

For nobody knows

What the future holds.

…now that you’re here

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Pravin Kumar Ameya
Pravin

An ardent believer in that a good poem isn’t one that comes from, but through you, Pravin enjoys writing short but meaningful poems. Write to him at pravinkumar2788@gmail.com to know more about him.