juniors and seniors…

as the sweat trickles down my brow…
seems like we are set for another row…

as strange as it may sound…
I have certainly found…

we hurt them the most…
whom we love the most…

but then, in the moment of heat…
we lose all senses so neat… :(

and then is the time for the setting in of ego…
try whatever it refuses to go… !

it was so much better earlier…
two blows to each other…

‘n the issue used to settle…
but now its like a kettle…

the simmering happens inside…
and the boil doesnt go outside…

better still was the cricket field…
a bouncer, a hook, a slog and everything was justified…

oh why do we grow up…
oh why should we put up…

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