Fragile youth

Laden with thoughts, I was asleep
The sun whispered - awake!
lock up all gone by,
I have a fresh morning,
awaits for you

Me enthusiastic, me wonderer
was a fragile youth,
moved by sly sun
trying to reach an unseen aim
unseen, but seen everywhere
Misty and hazy, until not in fray

Just took some steps toward
my impatient zeal stops.
Embracing the place, feels gay

With sigh!
‘Here my quest die’

Obsessed and glad,
took plenty solemn vows,
neither to leave nor to break any say

Thrown by unbridled youth emotions,
Puzzled and scared, many ways
and a strange land
not deliberate but knowingly chosen one
suddenly no more walks, absorbed and giddy
“Here I got to stop”
Oh! All to remorse, for passed ‘wrong way’
Here is the real place, had been searched

All old vows and praises now adore
the new found stay
more stern and determined to remain faithful
but unknown to another beauteous view.
Suspiciously questions inner self
‘is this what I was in fray’
answered back, but had loved not to be
b’coz the murmur – you are a youth today,
no place can make u stay
Skeptical but ready to revolt.
The sun too, was about to betray

Thoughtful in bed, I abhor accepting
the stark infatuation
unknown with crude flux of adolescence
Planned all life with this stay
No stable settle at this region


Another morning without any mark of yesterday
I was forced to exclaim: me a youth will
never or hardly find an enduring way
At the last I had only one say
‘Let the youth in you enjoy in all the way’.
the sun again whispered, awake!
lock up all gone by, I have a fresh morning
awaits for you . . . …
(This poem depicts the inconsistant attraction of a youth in all endeavours of life) Nabeel A. Khan