The Threshold

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