My child

This is my daughter's reflection  of her life in the last 19 years... Very simple yet succinct...

VIDISHA’S  POETIC REFLECTIONS AT 19 YEARS  ON 12.05.2014

Am 19

Yes here comes an end to my mad teens

Entering  20

Having to do plenty

Its hard being me

At 1 I cry

At 2 I shy

At 3 I talk

At 4  am taken aback

At 5 I realize

At 6 I apologise

At 7 I empathise

At 8 I feel like telling lies

At 9 I understand

At 10 am useless

At 11 am fearless

At 12 am hopeless

And yeah here comes my teens

And its still hard being me

At 13 I am careless

At 14 am cared less

At 15 I kiss

At 16 I take risk

At 17 am ill

At 18 I wanna kill

At 19 am bored

Who knows what is left in my road.

It is hard being me.

                                                                                 R.Vidisha

                                                                                  12.05.2014

I loved the manner and style of presentation.. and the simple language .....She makes me proud...