Stumbling Blocks of Adolescence

By Prithvi Gupta

Neither a child Nor an adult.

I am in a phase

Where understanding myself is difficult.

So many changes occur, Bodily and inwardly.

I am in a phase,

In which, some are splendid and some require therapy,

Happiness and disappointment March towards us, holding hands. I am in a phase,

Where youngsters have great demands.

We start becoming conscious, About ourselves and our physique. I am in a phase,

Where attention of others is what we seek.

Ups and downs come, Like in a checkered field. I am in a phase,

Where sometimes we are vulnerable and just require a shield.

Fights become a customary occurrence, “I am right” and “They are wrong”,

I am in a phase,

Where these words continuously ring in our heads like a gong.

Whatever our parents say, We often don’t adhere.

But I’m sure, when we grow up,

We’ll acknowledge what they had feared.

Losing focus is very easy, At this growing age.

I am in a phase,

Where we feel like a bird in a cage.

We get involved in social media,

Not developing skills in communication. I am in a phase,

Where most of us have virtual relations.

Introversion becomes our nature,

And we feel agitated talking to others. I am in a phase,

Where sometimes we become harsher.

Crushes and attraction Also accompany us.

I am in a phase,

Where our emotions are in a fuss.

Parties and friends also come,

On the contrary of all these troubles. I am in a phase,

That is like an unsolvable puzzle.

All in all, I’ll say,

That we get a new point of view. I am in a phase,

That everyone has gone through.

By Prithvi Gupta