The Salad Days
When life seems fun
Worries less or none
Days are carefree
Nights very sleepy
Energy over flowing
and Ideas pulsating
Choices are easy square
Books are biggest nightmare
School & College formalities
Yet desire to conquer universality
The World begins with friends
hot or not, follow every trend
Parents are resourceful ones
Think have money in tons
Our judgements very harsh
Decisions quick, personality starched
Music is life, volume deafening
Want riches & fame at beginning
Everything starts with I, Me and My
Belong to Royalty, can't comply
The special beings, destined to rule World
Individuality & Uniqueness, our favorite words
Love and affairs are also in tunnel
A gossipmonger dropped my news through the funnel
Everything changes when reality hits
Life isn't fair, everyone admits
It has seldom ups and many lows
Experience asks a lot, many setbacks and blows
Your friends aren't your world whole
Everyone busy to hit his own goal
Have to earn to make a living
No pots of gold there, few upswings
Days are shorter, and nights less sleepy
Once were Salad days, now strange and creepy
But will steer these tough days well
Dreams will be true, only after a hard work's spell.
poem by Samima Shah
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