How old are you?A Poem by vima parthanI believe this writing of mine talks about that very important thing in life we all ignore giving the reason of age."By the side
of 40 what do you anticipate me to accomplish?" I had no answer at
that moment, but today I do mommy. You constantly
sacrificed all your happiness for me You fatigued
yourself in the kitchen to satisfy my taste buds and
I by no means thanked you.
But today mommy I
need to enlighten you Age is plainly a
number, it doesn't quantify your flair When you spent
hours doing domestic errands your age dissipates Much as your age
doesn't get subjected there, then why does it matter when
you have to create your identity mommy.
I commit to
memory on your academy stories When you were
punished every other day on the grounds that
you were rebellious in nature WHERE is that
daring and audacious mommy today? Are you giving
your age the rationale for your fragmentary dreams? Every time I
admired and longed-for your talent You would say
" I was a luminary that time not anymore" Mommy when your talents
haven't changed then why do you dread to live
your dreams, the only thing that Changed is you
have become a stronger woman now.
Five years later
than I told her this I stand finer to
be her descendant seeing that she is
living her dream Being the woman
she always wanted to be I am proud of you
mommy..
Life is jam-packed
with chances until you give up You are merely as
old as you sense, so what matters is what you sense So next time
someone asks you " How old are you?" You know what to
say!
© 2015 vima parthanAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorvima parthanBANGALORE, KARNATAKA, IndiaAboutI love experimenting with my works, writing is what keeps my pepped up. It helps me express myself. more..Writing
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