Poem
Youth
You are my garden
I am your gardener
To sprout rainbow blossoms
At your warden.
Don't hide under the pricky flower
Youth comes once in life
To play hide and seek openly
With your corporal shower.
Youth needs a lecherous game
To play at solitude and secret place
To exploit all our lusty passion
To bring about an off-spring with fame and name.
Keep aside everything away “ That harms us in this pleasing game”
Grab it as newly life occasion
‘Coz you are merely my mysterious tray.
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By: Shraban Kumar Mandal
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