The Teen Poem

THE TEEN TEEN

You are curious to see what there is at the end of the earth,

Even you are adventurous enough to start with a small backpack,

Enthusiastic to meet dangers of the path.

But sometimes the roads are not so plain,

And your society bitterly reminds you of Roseau’s words,

“Man is born free, but everywhere he is in chain”.

You want to be independent, like Icarus, free from all the bonds,

And similar to him, you become vulnerable when you are emotional;

Nevertheless, you again march in line of bolds.

At the end of the day, you have your head on the pillow

And in mind many a questions fly;

One of them is…

Who am I?

Who am I?