Moving through outskirts of teenage!

These seems to be our best days,
Most free days of our life,
Do whatever you decide,
Fulfill every desire and move with pride.

These are our happy days,
Heavenly comforts moving our way,
May lead us to work little on nothing,
So green may turn dark soon to make you pay.

All our life we starve for things time to time,
One after other as we grow high,
To buy comforts which never stay long,
Confusing the strings and ruining our song.

An answer from inside make things work,
Attempts to satisfy, it's all time pleasures,
With many more situations to face,
As later it proves to be a long lap race.

We don't carry any specific occupation,
Time along with space do change in our case,
We don't have much things in our heads,
It all comes and goes just like a gift of a fresh rose.

We do think, it's good to move ahead,
But fact is, we actually search for an end.

Reviews

[Dayran]

I had feared before today, young Waingankar, that you are moving too fast. I must correct myself at this time. The poem carries a melody, a Narada may have envied. May the Lord bless and guide you in all your endeavors young man. May he view kindly, your burning need to serve. Wonderful raaga!

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Ahh, youth. The end come sooner than any of us want it to!
Very well, written, emotive poetry.

[Coyote Poetry]

Best days of life should be when we are young. Life become work and fixing problems after we support to be adults. I like the thoughts and the ending to the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Kes]

"To buy comforts which never stay long,
Confusing the strings and ruining our song."
I liked these 2 lines especially. :) The last 2 lines are pretty special too. :)
Great poem.
K

[Enigmatic Soul]

Insightful and thought-provoking. And yes, the last two lines build up a brilliant ending. Well done!

[Gurdeep...The Lost<>]

Hmm....true lines...nice work :-)

[Chris]

I find I 'm thinking more on the final lines than the poem in total...