Here am I on the threshold
Of Womanhood
Conflicting emotions play havoc with my poise
All around me there’s much din and noise
The surroundings too in keeping with
My mood
The fugacious time has stolen
My childhood
Though it has left memories galore
The year, has a page, from the book of time, torn
But it wafted away with the wind
So rude
The flower of adolescence blooms once
then dies
and though the well of life is ever so deep
some water does, from a hole, seep
So drinking should be done before
the well dries…
Howe eagerly o looked forward to my
First date
How happy and excited did I that day feel
But Time, the elusive, slipper little eel
Slipped away again, with a really
Fast gait
What a strange phase had I to
Pass through
What situations had I to cope up with
But since the flame of my zeal had
Been lit
I had to give time what was, of me,
Due.
The moods that seized me were indeed
Very strange
They always caught me, in their strong intense grips
But not one word passed through my lips
Though from amazing extremes did they
Range
Perplexed am I now with the wonders
Of life
In my body there’s a very strange sensation
I have to admit with much resignation
That I cannot understand the horrors
Of strife
I look forward now to the day I shall
Marry
When I can do some responsible work
But yet in my heart some fear does lurk
When I think of Fate, that often does
Vary
It is on us young girls that Love first leaves
Its mark
When there is we feel, a union of hearts
But love, the obscure of most known arts
Often makes Cupid throw its arrows
In the dark
Often for the wrong pair of trousers
do we fall
often do we mistake the words like and love
but this I can swear, indeed yes, by Jove
that we are always ready when
love does call.
Childhood with its frolic, its gaiety and play
Was enchanting and great – the days were very bright
The world too was filled with a bright, glowing light
But soon, very soon, it all went
Away
Where is the innocence of bygone
Days
When did time, me, of these possessions, denude
When did the world, my own eyes, delude
How, oh how, did I change
My sweet ways?
One chapter’s closed, but another will begin
On the threshold I stand, with great expectation
In my pulse, there’s an alarming sensation
As I throw all my misgivings in the
DUST BIN