Teens

Let me breathe, let me release

A little feather of knowledge,

I want in my cap, not a pile

Of books or a sea of marks

Would give me one

A pinch of guidance, a pepper

Of freedom, an ingredient

Of love is what I want

I am a ‘pressure cooked’ teen

Today carving for rationalism

Give me my space, because for

Me life is becoming an endless

Race. I beg you to give my

World back to me, which had

My childhood I want to win.

P. Rishika Reddy

VIII D