the darkness has set in
before it is completely dark
the light slipping away,
from the horizon!
the painful uncertainty,
of waiting,
against a certainty of journey
the sinking confidence,
the mounting insecurities,
all started with,
the birth of wrinkles
a confluence,
of fear, anxiety, hopelessness
the so called freedom,
now in the lock up,
and individuality,
already jailed!
aching compromises..
now christened adaptability!
the stacked up tears
in the heart,
and longings,
in the deep swollen eyes,
trying to convey...
" please understand me..
the physical decline,
natural,may be a part of life,
but the moral decline,
by you all,
is not the art of life"
the living Gods,
living in obscurity
like an abandoned structure,
co-existing with new houses
I knew them long before,
in their youth
who gave everything,
to their offsprings,
who built the families,
the societies,
being the architects of values,
erudition,hopes, welfare!
or who kept everything ready,
for the posterity to enjoyΒ
more than they,
I want them to be loved,
understood,cared for..
for the twilight
is as universal and generic,
as life and death
for hope against hopes
is also called hope!
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Amazing post. Posted it on my Facebook. π
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Thank you Ana so much , Great Happy times to you !
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No problem. And the same to you. π
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Very well analyzed the declining phase of life n the value to be given.loved ur style of writing.keep it up. God bless you
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Thank you dear Swati for the encouraging words , Blessed times!
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You capture the panorama of aging so very beautifully. Thank you for sharing, Kamakhya.
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I have seen & observed the octogenarians struggling with an identity crisis , the pain they go through ..more of mental afflictions than physical ! My heart goes out to them to do something , very small though to bring a little smile on their faces even though they r not my relatives. Always wanted to do something for them more particularly those orphaned ones. Thank you Sailaja . God bless them & all of us to do our bit for them.
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A very moving poem.
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Thank you so much for reading n commenting,Be Blessed!
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You’re very welcome. π
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Very moving …so beautiful and deep!
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Thank you so very much , Happy times !
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My pleasure. ease and joy!
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Gut wrenching, sad. Love the last lines which speak of hope, for without hope there is nothing. And with God, there is always hope!
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Thank you Gilda, yes very Sad , but there is hope with God by the side ! Bless you !
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You are welcome! Blessings Kamakhya π
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It’s awesome. π
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Thank you Sweta so much.Blessed times!
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Hope against hope is also called hope! Yes! Beautifully written!
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Thank you so much, Happy times! π
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Great Post.. Loved it π
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Thank you Tanushree, Happy times!
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Beautiful!
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Thank you
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I too liked the last line very much… very touchy writing.. awesome
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Thank you Sima for the lovely comment.Peace.Love.
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