Dear Seventeen

Is it my fault or is it the world's?For what was supposed to be the cureHas always been a curse.Tell me that the curse would one day be deadTell me I wouldn't be reminded of a loveThat exists only in my head.Nirjara a young and keen poet from Pune recognised her passion for poetry earlier in the childhood days by finding it fun to weave into verses those little moments which were not so little.This book encapsulates the chaos of her teenage years all the thorns and roses turned into art.