Old Age
Thumbnails of memories we rewind.
Reel of real life has come to halt.
The old age is the time for
Shaking hands, blurring eyes
To share one's know-hows
And prepare for
Soul's transmute
From the
Chest.
Copyright © Kiran Bantawa | Year Posted 2013
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