In the hush of dawn, a tiny hand clutches tight,
A step into nursery, beginning of a daylight.
A world full of colours, strangers, and unnamed objects,
Inquisitive soul stands straight, deciphering the intricates.
Tears drizzled down on his confinement,
Sooner, laughter echoes and a cry to be forever incarcerated.
From crayons scribbled on walls
To letters learned, mysteries unlocked.
Initial growth spurred like saplings to trees—
A tree that would stand despite all misadventure.
Games of hide and seek, where secrets hid,
Innocence bloomed as a ray of beam.
Then comes the spark, the heart's first tender flame,
A crush in class, whispered in different name.
Blushes hidden under textbook,
Consequences that led to reduced academic hook.
And as years passed by, new words discovered—
Slangs slipped out, all of them—
A lalochezia in cold air.
Friendship ignited the forge,
Unbreakable chains that stood tall,
Resembling bonds and secrets—
Confidants, my life's cynosure.
But time collapsed, 18 years unfurled,
A tapestry of lessons deeply learned.
I call this Eighteen a threshold, not the end,
A doorway marked for beginning of greater end.
Lessons learned carve a path for niche and excellence;
Learnings unravel wisdom,
To reach the zenith—a peak.
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 11:12 AM UTC
In the hush of dawn, a tiny hand clutches tight,
A step into nursery, beginning of a daylight.
A world full of colours, strangers, and unnamed objects,
Inquisitive soul stands straight, deciphering the intricates.
Tears drizzled down on his confinement,
Sooner, laughter echoes and a cry to be forever incarcerated.
From crayons scribbled on walls
To letters learned, mysteries unlocked.
Initial growth spurred like saplings to trees—
A tree that would stand despite all misadventure.
Games of hide and seek, where secrets hid,
Innocence bloomed as a ray of beam.
Then comes the spark, the heart's first tender flame,
A crush in class, whispered in different name.
Blushes hidden under textbook,
Consequences that led to reduced academic hook.
And as years passed by, new words discovered—
Slangs slipped out, all of them—
A lalochezia in cold air.
Friendship ignited the forge,
Unbreakable chains that stood tall,
Resembling bonds and secrets—
Confidants, my life's cynosure.
But time collapsed, 18 years unfurled,
A tapestry of lessons deeply learned.
I call this Eighteen a threshold, not the end,
A doorway marked for beginning of greater end.
Lessons learned carve a path for niche and excellence;
Learnings unravel wisdom,
To reach the zenith—a peak.