Parakeet and a Bird hunter

I smell like a Tangerine
my friends were passing remarks at me.
I found the word 'Puberty' in Webster's.
I can see my parents are very keen
on my day to day activities.
They tell me ' Dear you must look after yourself
no more joggles, walk properly as the road is skidding
and you are a little mother now'.
I am sure my parents are perfectly correct
and I see the difference in the mirror.
My palpitation entirely different and my skirts & blouses are tighten.
When the next door handsome negro boy who strums his guitar
and murmur elegies like a magpie in the dawn.
Oh! I feel something is burning within me.
I never hide my innermost feelings to my poor Mom! .
She is in her usual nonchalant mood and sings 'kay sera! sera! .'

To the poet David.Gerardino

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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