Being Thirteen
I vaguely remember
The day I turned 13
There was no celebration
No hugging or kisses
Just another day
To eat pakhala and go to school
But I remember
The rush of hormones
The confusion
That enchanted my senses
With no guru nor online manual
I was lost
I was like a headless chicken
Probing my world but not very skillfully
Still thirteen kissed
All my brothers and sisters
Their kids
The kids of our friends
Waking the serpent
To raise the head and sway
To the music of the life
You my 13 year old friend
The time has come
To enjoy and to choose
The right school
The right college
The right courses
The right job
The right mate
The right way to say NO
And to walk on razor’s edge smiling
Even if you loose all your marbles.
You my 13 year old friend
You the pioneer of gold rush of life
Enjoy every moment of both rainy days and sunny days
Specially
Enjoy the gift of today
As 13 will never come again
At least in this life.
((*.*))
January 18, 2007
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