Adolescence Love
Love that has grown in me
A high spirit of a flying kite
That soars higher with myriad colours
To seek you in my lonely days
To brighten the cloudy days
Of despair, despondency
My immature love turns yellow
Pale, sick and die
Unless you are there
Beholding me, embrace me
Cuddle me like a baby
Transform me as your queen
Dazzling stars too, have their stories
Treat love as their weapon
To remain in their consecrated areas
I, too dream for such a love
Love that converts me into your soul
Love that chisels me to move
Love that fuels me to fly to your court
Copyright@Debashrita Basu