Sixteen

I am sixteen;

And wake whispering your name

Smiling languidly at your face

Clinging to the pillows soft

And tumble dreamily into your arms…

Or am forty-three;

Awaken to a rush hour

Of breakfast and packed lunches

With barely time to drink tea

While I try to dash through it all…

But I know am sixteen;

And I speak my heart with you

Hold imagined conversations

Sing love songs, laugh a plenty

And sigh intermittently…

But am I forty-three?

For my world needs attention

Work has to be done

Chores pile up and keep piling

Duty keeps knocking at my door…

Perhaps, I am sixteen going on eternity

And though my real world constricts

What matters is that you remain

Keeping me and that spark alive

Born at sixteen unquenched at forty…

~Horizon~

 (15^th June 2004)

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