Age

The dark circles under her eyes,

Her hands coarse and wrinkled,

The furrowed eyelids gathered at one place

Her face gaunt and dimpled.

IMG_4841The dark circles under her eyes,

Her hands coarse and wrinkled,

The furrowed eyelids gathered at one place

Her face gaunt and dimpled.

 

The strong arms that once were my recluse, &

The once toned legs have thinned down,

He takes time to get up on his own

And trembles when he sits down.

 

Their bodies are now clad in loose skin,

Their gait is slow and mirth fatigued,

They take time to remember things now

I can see they are getting old and weak.

 

They don’t eat much, they don’t sleep much,

They can’t concentrate on just one thing,

Their days have become incessant &

They spend most of their nights thinking.

 

Thinking if they will be able to give,

Some more time.

If they will be able to stay,

Just a little longer.

If they can try to make our world easier,

And teach our little one about love and honour, but

 

Time is a powerful master &

We are just feeble subjects,

I never knew what age was,

Until time showed me this new aspect.

 

We are ageing now, we always were,

It’s prominent now because it’s visible.

I wish I could rewind the time and

Become that carefree girl again,

I wish I could give them back their younger days &

Take away the existing pain.

 

Ⓒ Prakriti Kundaliya

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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