A Tinsel Girl Who Never Grew up!

A foray into a girlish mind..on the threshold of womanhood
In my sixteenth spring …I was a smitten maiden
First time over… I was smitten by rain
Tweeny twenty-one… I felt the pain…
Sudden twenty-four…I am smitten again!

Being…smitten has an old world charm…
Your stable sanity… it might just harm!
The entire world wears a crimson hue…
And before you know…you’re no longer “you”!
Workstation seems a bubble of cloud…
The poor old heart beats oh-so-loud!
“They say nothing lasts forever”…
I wonder why it feels like fever?
Forever seems a bit too less…
I try to be normal… tying up a tress!
Smile loses context…
Mind dwells… around text!
And I feel so helpless...God save me…!

I am now a mature lass…
Lads look at me and miss their class!
Crushes are passé …so are flings…
Hero-worship is a clichéd thing
Then why does my heart… often miss a beat?
Why do those eyes sweep me off my feet?
There’s one strange word I try to spell
There’s one bit of me… I’m never gonna sell!
They may jeer… they may mock…
Yes…I am smitten … beyond their talk!

With all my frenzy…all my might
I’ll rather be happy than being “right”!