Aniruddha Pathak Poet Villanelle

Age Is But a Page

You frowned at that fraudster called age, 
The fiend that lets no one sleep light, 
In book of life age is a page. 

A child lets life a free passage, 
Flying off in a fancy flight, 
And this creature’s caught in a cage. 

Grown up when knows, hedges on hedge, 
Balks at calling this boaster’s blight, 
Life’s a long book, age passing page. 

Pushing up life’s hackney carriage, 
Reaping fruits, in fair-weather flight, 
He copes with that impostor’s rage. 

When old enough, bit of a sage, 
In vain trying life’s wrongs to right, 
He prepares to pen life’s last page. 

But you lived in heaven’s image, 
Fought your best to give age good fight, 
And frowned on that fraudster’s false rage, 
Proved, life’s a book, age but a page. 
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Inspired by my father who led an exemplary life and died at the ripe and rewarding age of 102  
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    Villanelle | 01.10.08 |

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JC Brul June 15, 2021 at 11:15 PM Back with congratulations sir AP.Happy to see this in the winners’ list!

JC Brul January 31, 2020 at 12:42 AM A masterpiece indeed!...Yes it's true, age is just a page...it is the chapter that matters...so make every chapter worth living for as it will define the whole story of a book. Great to see you here sir Aniruddha. Jez Aniruddha Pathak January 31, 2020 at 6:05 AM Thanks for such a wonderful feedback.. and yes, a pleasant surprise to see your presence here