By Khushi Sawant
The world and all of it’s words tells me
“Youth is beautiful
Youth is precious
Cherish it and it becomes your heart
Feel it to the fullest because it is scarce
and transient
It’s reminiscent smell will keep you warm”
I met youth in a fragile state
I was supposed to go to ball with him
Dance the night away and sing
By sunrise he shall disappear and i shall triumph
I never put on a dress and he never took me to ball
We met sometimes besides the tennis court
He bought me a pen and i wrote him a poem
Then
I broke his heart and he made me cry
He left before the clock struck midnight
The glass slippers intact on my feet
Now I have the magic but no power
I do not know how long youth lasts
I’m half adult, half child
I wait on the porch with a story I wrote
With the pen that he gave me
In that story he gave me a sword instead, and I conquered land
The world and all of it’s words warned me
“The day will come and youth will be gone
You’ll want to etch every memory of it in your veins
And hope to die once again but this time in it’s cold embrace”
I am young and my youth is lost
He never turned my tears into crystal, just told me they’re beautiful and left before dawn hit the horizon
How could I lose my youth if I never had any?