Seventeen

SEVENTEEN

17, acclaimed as the year of complete roller coaster

Highs and lows to face every other day,

Carving failures and achievements on every chapter.

Oh, to be 17, to witness ourselves adulting

Future right in front and freedom to endeavor

Blend of hopes and fears right there, lingering.

A soulful energy craving for ride to explore,

A detached soul, refrained to wander into the unknown.

For one, vagabonding is a folklore

And for other, a hint of bliss is milestone.

Passionate spirit, yet so fragile,

Urging to save the world, yet unknown how to save oneself.

Every drop of tear confronts constant debate,

Yearning closure for whatever has to end,

For better self to curate,

For wholesome adventure to exhilarate

And cherishing every moment us definitely a mandate.

So, here's to being 17, to a dash of delight

To a time of firsts and lasts

where the quest of purpose recites,

where dreams paint the canvas

And a journey of becoming seeks new insights.

-sabwrites