If youth was a drug,
I’d be the first in track
to take up my concoction,
Ain’t no deception.

Of bold youth
crusading with zest.
So boisterous, so euphoric,
flowing in a way, so heroic.

Makes me suspect
what I’ve made is a potential pact.
Burns a hope in the middle,
this isn’t a taradiddle,

But with tenderness inside,
I’d need not be beauteous.
I shall always be winsome,
like a rising yet invigorating sun.

Rescue my soul held deep within,
with no tinge of youth in my living.
Certainly i’m nothing but a chaos,
too pricey to be a loss.

 -Ananya, the verbal seduction.💓