Pages of life

When I opened the third page, I was at my adolescent, obsessed with a perfume and scent. Always in a hurry, with a worry, in a thought of slurry. It was a rapid increase in my weight and height, but I was busy in making myself white, get clothes right, With dress tight, To see a lovely sight. When I opened the fourth page, I'm an adult, Only a question of insult, I'm now a part of cult, Now it was really a cage, I'm working hard for wage, It's a tough life stage, I sometimes freeze, But work all day without any crease, It's a life race, Not only in a case. But Sometimes got praise, in a number of ways, It was one of the craze. I have responsibilities too, To correct things which I literally want to do. I'm hanging on a rope, with a hope, not to be on the top, but I want to become my family's cop. It's a current scenario,I just want rest, I'm afraid of what's next; To be continued.... VARSHA KANWAR