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Jayantee Khare Oct 2017
The generation of new century
born with the luxuries.
Less responsibilities
knowing no boundaries!

Blurred is your vision
staring into the gadgetry,
Draining the life force
making you fidgety!

Nature heals and
has beauty abound,
Brings happiness immense,
don't be nightclub party bound!

The happy moments
in life you miss,
When stuck in
messy relationships!

Quick pleasures
can be catchy,
Helping, supporting elders
is all worthy!

With siblings, cousins
learn to make merry,
Celebrate life
with the family!

Messed up life
is not the end of all,
A bright future
stands tall!

Live life to the fullest
but remember the values.
Sometimes, put yourself
in your parents shoes!

Their cherished dream
You have to touch the sky,
Don't stuck in past
you have to fly high!
A debate on some news site's fb post is on.
Many youngsters slammed me when i posted a comment on that post. I have been little traditional in thinking. I suggested a balance between freedom and university rules. Many youngsters didn't like it. The kinda freedom they want may lead them in trouble and regretful future.
It was thought provoking for me. I was shaken from inside to see the new gen kids.
I maybe wrong at present but it's the safe approach.
Àŧùl Mar 2015
I have to keep my desires low,
Or they may all get shattered.

They may collide the stars up above,
And pieces of my hopes may remain.

I must just keep my expectations nil,
For no one can ever fulfil any of them.

Stop worrying I should 'coz you are not at all a toddler,
But careful you must be as you are a gorgeous teenager.

But this love I feel for you shall never reach an end,
We will always be happy and just need perseverance.
My HP Poem #800
©Atul Kaushal
chainedwhore Nov 2014
I have 2 recient guys i was seeing....

One is old and should be  or act like a normal adult...

the other is younger and sort of wild and fun.....but a youngster..

the youngster acts more like an adult then the adult does....

How sad is that (for the old man?)
I came across some poems you wrote and i know theyre about me so here are a few for you.

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