The child in man as grows old
A child as grows enjoys rainbow of joys,
Many a marvel in a wondrous world,
Joys mingling with his toys get newer buoys,
A world of birds, butterflies gets unfurled.
Comes as his youth, what change are only toys,
Rewards of life innocent stay no more--
Boys chasing girls, and girls giggly at boys,
And soon mid age knocks at a blissful door,
As clay pots in a kiln get to ripen,
Realities reel out nigh hard and keen,
The joys of old times no more enliven,
Time knocks, nudge him to kneel, to look within,
In hope he grows old, fulfilled life to find,
But grows blasé, bliss of ere left way behind.
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Sonnet | 08.09.2014 | life, reflection, childhood, youth, joys, old age
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Aniruddha Pathak
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