When I was a baby and a child till my teenage,
My nose was a pug, round and it was flat near my eyes.
It remained so cute till I was barely fourteen,
When it got a lifted ridge, I never knew.
Maybe until when I got the better of my own level,
When my acumen got sharper in the world's eyes.
When I was a baby and a child till my teenage,
My nature was so happy, jolly and gaily.
It remained so young till I crossed nineteen,
When I was greeted by the world's toxicity.
Maybe until when I got some more experience,
When I was left with a single option to grow up.
When I was a baby and a child till my teenage,
My choice remained between sweet & more sweet.
It remained so till I tasted what failure felt like,
When I felt their choices imposed on myself.
Maybe until I fell in the truest love of them all,
When I loved Mystery and only thought for her good.
I realize that she might feel constricted by my extreme love,
So I will let her experience more and would only caution her.
I love you truly Mystery,
Your father will also love me.
I am studying for a good career,
A good career will mean a good life.
My HP Poem #768
©Atul Kaushal