“THE LAST TEEN”

“THE LAST TEEN”
The very fine morning
My wife wished me
“Happy day of our marriage anniversary”
Amazed, Exclaimed, Overjoyed
I with a smile asked
“The Nineteenth one”
Joy disappeared
For a moment and,
We looked old in our eyes,
Our children under
Teen, were sitting
I, then pointing towards them,
Holding her in my arms, said
Look our teen age kids
Growing young, looking fresh like a flower
Our marriage, too
is like them, -
Now growing young
Come
Let us celebrate our
Last teen year
This year.

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Name: Lalit niranjan
This poem was written by me in the year 1984, the last teen of my married life.