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Why does come the ripe age?

To count the evils of it one by one
upon your note pad or diary page
when you are alone?

To speak ill of your younger ones
to your equals/
to find their mean-less extravagance/
to be of no use to them in their
hours of stress/
to make them realise
that you are nothing but a kind of trash/
to advise,admonish or make them
to abstain or advance
just for the emptiness of purpose-
is this why the old age comes?

Was the whole of your life
that you lived a prolonged sin?
Is the whole of your life
that is yet to live
a season of repentance alone?

Well,if this strange but true
wretched turn has come at last-
let it be lived to the befitting terms.
Let those moments be recalled
when life bothered you in this or that name,
and you save the situation then,
just listen what time whispers
in to your ears
in this hour of disdain.

You are not yet alone,man!
The one in you,though much riper
still much younger is ready
to hold your trembling hand
till you reach somewhere safe and sound.
He is also eager to share with you
quite adventurous his story times.

Sweep back the light
that yet makes the outside bright.
Find within your kith and kin
that were lost in the crowd one by one.
Taste the elixir that you were
nowhere offered,nor were served
                                         in any inn.

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