By Tanisha Panwar
I once saw a dream when I was a teen
All I wanted—my adulthood to be perfect and lush green,
Green just like it’s shown on a silver screen,
Little did I know that life is actually not a dream.
I always saw myself as a hero,
And so wanted to have that perfect intro.
But what's perfect is what I didn’t know,
Until my teenage turned to adulthood—and I actually fell to zero.
Everyone screams, "Hard work is the key!"
Some say, "Stay aloof till you become a green tree."
But are all trees always this green?—is what I never see.
Some lose their leaves, some lose their green,
What I lost was my dreamy teen.
Now that I’ve realized, what actually changes is the time
What once was sweet, now tastes like a lime.
People come and leave as if we had done some crime,
And this is what adulthood looks like in your prime.
Today I found my green tree, which is actually a pine
It’s sharp like a knife and can sustain winter wine.
It won’t shed its leaves, grows new, and always shines.
So what I actually saw was the imperfect dream at a perfect time.