Adolescence

There was a time... 
When whistling was an art.

The boys who whistled...
Considered as to be smart.
Girls who did makeups, 
were not at all sweethearts.

They needed to be discarded, 
and suggested to be apart..

It was said, 
Not to be loud in the behaviour, 
Or else, 
You will look like a tart.

We were the hot subject, 
When we used to wear short skirt.
It could raise, 
the beat of the heart.

It was matter of big shame, 
when anyone saw, 
the tiny red spot.
No one could grasp 
a simple natural dot.

It was a time, 
when Our classes 
were used to be 
divided in part.

We needed to be quiet,
and prohibited, 
to do adult chat.

Yes, there was a time
when we used to trot.
Lots of dream were in our cart.

Perhaps, 
it was the beauty of 
the time,
That it embossed 
deep in our thoughts.

Yes, It was a time of 
our adolescence,
When no one understand
our heart.

But it is still placed
in our life’s chart.