He is an adolescent
Out of home he was sent,
Life for him is a blunder,
Deprived of father’s love tender,
Clothes, ragged and torn,
Health in body worn,
Split mind has streaks of sanity,
Numbed soul, blurred spirituality,
Pride inborn swells with fortune,
But street adolescent cheers misfortune.
His mind has a vacuum,
Allowing evil to enter in,
He utters, “I am great,
Because of tasks done straight”,
He lurks shyly into a corner,
Which people do not honour
He says, “Is this you can’t do it?
Aha, I can do it.”
Is this pride after a fall?
Poor egotist!
Innocence has done it all.
He alludes to the cine actor,
A god in splendour,
Smiles and picks his comb racily,
Whistles and thinks hastily,
Will send him to the spurious heaven,
Of cine world, a mental tavern.
( A story poem which characterizes a street adolescent)
