From a stranger,
You became a friend.
We came closer.
We did what was right
We had nothing to worry,
Nothing for what we should be sorry.
It was fine for that time,
It wasn't said, it was rather mime.
We could have delayed,
It would have prevented the relayed.
Buzzing around the streets,
People talk about this in meets.
We left our body and mind with a mark,
Now everything seems to be dark.
We shall recover this pain,
Not be on loss, rather gain.
This poem is about lost teenagers who become a victim of the sexual intimacy. They think it gives them pleasure and satisfaction. The question is if they think it’s right, why do they hide about it? They fail to understand that it's not always what your heart tells you to do, thinking practically and logically also counts. The word SEX is not something to flaunt about, it doesn't make you cool if you don’t have it, and it doesn't mean you’re not fit with your peers, sex is a big responsibility. Knowingly or unknowingly adolescents do it and 80 percent of the times it becomes a liability on them for a life time. News about teenage pregnancy, sexually transmitted diseases (STDs) and aids is the result of teenage sexual intimacy without protection. At the age of making a career, having and healthy school life, following your passions teens are experimenting on themselves. We all have to ring an alarm.
