Old AgeA Poem by Inder24This is a poem described through the yes of a 80+ man
Strolling my way to the shore
I couldn't have asked for anything more The sun was bright and the breeze grew cold I cursed myself for growing too old Nor could I run towards sea Neither I could jump and touch the sky Seeing the other playing by I always have some disappointment in my life So we know what they say is true What goes around comes back to you I want to be young at heart and fly by But this body of mine always reminds me to die I started to curse god for what he has done Why was he an immortal, while I am an octogenarian Why can't he understand the pain that we felt Why do people have to die now and then But then a thought came across my mind If god is doing something,then he must be doing it for right keeping my blind faith at his side I went on to enjoy the rest of my life :D
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AuthorInder24Ahmedabad, IndiaAboutwell, i usualy write songs and poem when i m depressed or sad more..Writing
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