Whether you are thirteen or ninteen,
You are of course a teen.
Or should I say,
In my own way.
That, if you think,
That you are always right(and never wrong),
You are a teen all right!
You are today like a sculptor of your life,
Ready with your hammer, nail and knife.
Your sculpture is your life and character.
Its your choice to make life clearer or fainter.
Its your choice to follow good or evil,
Its your choice to follow God or the devil.
Never think that your parents are hopeless,
Or in your future, these wrongdoings you'll have to confess.
Never see your elders as burdens too,
For they have experienced this world more than you.
Never think that your parents are unaware about the modern world,
For they are the ones who brought you from the old to this new world.
When you think that your parents can't interfer in your life,
And only you have the right to die or strive,
Just look at your birth snaps,
In which you were sleeping in snowhite wraps.
Just look at the happiness on your parents' faces.
For them, that was more than all other glories and graces.
Can you imagine a teenage without your birth?
Can you imagine a childhood without your mother's loving warmth?
Make your parents remember those happy days,
In their life those were the greatest red-letter days.
Give them your thankfulness through your words and deeds.
For today, that is their greatest need.
-Self composed
PriMat
