Youth
by mazHur

The devil of Youth descends on all and alike,
Sweeping like a Tsunami,a thunder on hike.

To the eye of youth all seems pretty and fine,
Raw water tastes as if it were old, amber wine

Youth needs no make-up no need for care;
It's like gold dressed with gold,free from tare

Youth's like a petal of a rose is rose itself,
youth is fragrance, beauty, a mischievous elf;

Youth breathes warmth and life into the dead cold of winter
It fills summer's charring heat into fresh spring's tinter.

Youth is nothing but the mortal essence of time;
it pervades in the lucid moment of a melodious chime.

Once gone the prince of youth never comes back,
It's like a shot projected from a fiery flak.

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