Youth Is An Evil Abode

Though I was child, Yet had no fears, Soon I grew adult, Heart busted into tears. Restless sleep, painful dreams Always keeping up brew, Malignant desires knocked at Brain, to be practically true. I wish me humble aged! When lesser power avoids violence, It is best age for rest, As goes bald every sense, Bloody youth is an evil abode, So I loath my youth. Wish shaky Skeleton groggy legs, Even mouth having no tooth, How a wonderful bed will be, Quite silent and quadruped , Lucky person is might full, Of dusty pillow under head. Face covered in white lash. Visionless eyes behind spectacles. Ramshackle hand counting bead. "Burden" other hand crook tackles. For righteous and crafty, Old is heaven and hell. It is a life result, Quite impossible to repel. I will anxiously wait, For taking last bath, Will be embalmed in soil, New destination, new path. zaeem yousaf