Those infancy days
Seems yore to me
Too much gay
Careless plays
With peaceful slumber
Scared of thunder
A wish rising in my heart

I am in my teenage
Calculating percentage
I want world to be my slave
Till i go into my grave
Want to reach heaven's shoulder
I want to grow older

At 22 i am energetic enough
To work work and work
Make my life rough and tough
Don't know about anything of
Happening in North, South, East and West
Cuz of working week and Sunday rest
Confident, elegant, classy and bold
Breath by breath i am getting old

I am two scores now
Mature and realistic
People call me pessimistic
I am enduring the hardships
Facing real face of friendships
Opportunist fact of relationships
Everybody is in race of being status holder
It is condemnable to get older

At i have spent 60 years now
It aches in my back to bow
My bones tremble
Appears on my skin, many wrinkles
Also memory is getting weaker

At age 70
I am getting older and fragile
Unable to walk miles
I am standing in the lane
To get rid of this ruthless mundane...

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