Aniruddha Pathak Poet Sonnet

O let my Old Age be Mellow

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Childhood being a period of innocence by and large is quite blissful. The old age also can be quite so if it is truly treated as a second childhood. Life and death are equal journeys as death happens right from birth— why this sonnet is equally divided in two sestets followed by a couplet.
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Thou art to soul as sleep is to my strife, 
The cheeks when look rosy nor either full, 
Lips red nor knees so supple as a rule, 
The flesh when falters, wrinkles roar, get rife, 
In feeble frame and grey forgetful brain, 
And mental will when far from firm does reign. 

So, come O Death as lingering night's sleep, 
Come to me cooling smooth like a winter, 
Or sallow, smooth like a softened summer, 
For a soul that has lived full, well and deep, 
To whom life seems like a day's work well done, 
A night's rest well-earned to face morrow's sun. 

In glimmering sunset's withering glow, 
O let my old age be somewhat mellow. 
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Sonnet |03.01.2008| life, death, old age

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