Couldn’t wait for it,
But it was the hardest thing to do.
Perhaps it was the hardest feat for any of us,
Leaving our simple, sheltered lives behind
And stepping into the battlefield,
Where words are wielded like weapons,
Several close allies are lost,
Scars aren’t always visible,
And ‘grey’ became a new perspective.
How unfair of them is it?
Of all the ‘grown-ups’ we know,
To expect mature decisions of us
After all those snarky remarks saying
“You’re not old enough to be a part of this”?
It’s like one minute we’re not ‘old enough’
And the very next, we are.
What do they really want from us?
And there’s this constant excuse:
“You’ll understand when you’re older.”
No, we won’t!
How can we?
When they curb us to the sidelines
And tell us that “You kids should stay out”,
And then say “You’re not a child anymore”
Within a matter of hours;
And after all this,
“You young people are so confused!”
Ha! Look who’s talking!
Dear ‘grown-ups’, we’re part of you,
We’re one of you.
We’re the younger, high-strung you.
You’re appreciated, respected and loved,
But it’s time you returned the favour.
After all, let me remind you–
We are the future.
~ © Shubhangi Srinivasan.
Hey everyone! In the spirit of National Poetry Writing Month, I will be writing some poems for every day of April. Each Day will have a new prompt. I hope I can keep up with the challenge. You can join me in celebrating #NaPoWriMo 2019 and check out the prompts here. I’ll look forward to hearing from you.