In the halls of youth, where echoes ring,
A senior year, a bittersweet fling.
Uniforms worn, a nostalgic view,
A longing for days when worries were few.
As exams approach, a senior's plight,
The weight of choices, an uncertain flight.
Missing the days of carefree bliss,
In school corridors, where memories reminisce.
India's path, 11th and 12th unfold,
Future's tale, a story to be told.
A smart mind's journey, burdened and pressed,
A longing for the days when joy was the quest.
Passing by school, a familiar sight,
Kids in uniforms, their futures light.
Worries confined to math tests and more,
Oh, to relive those days once more.
Growing up, a discomfort lingers,
A wish to remain in teenage fingers.
Seventeen, the age of pure delight,
Yet trapped in routines, a yearning fight.
Studies embraced, a conscious choice,
Yet jealousy whispers, a muted voice.
Watching peers in carefree glee,
While stuck in the grind, yearning to be free.
High school dramas, a poignant show,
A tearful gaze, a longing to go.
To experience a life so high,
Yet bound to books, no chance to fly.
Parents' dreams, a heavy weight,
Education's cost, a predetermined fate.
Success pursued, a noble cause,
But where's the room for teenage applause?
Anxiety creeps as the end draws near,
A fear of adulthood, crystal clear.
A plea to savor youth's fleeting gleam,
In this realm of dreams, a poignant theme.
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