Shahzia Batool

(Pakistan)

(Anti-) Ageing!


A gentle soul once asked me here
to delete my Age and edit profile
I read it and just passed a smile
I do respect her but I ask:
What will happen if I do?
Where will go my achievements then?
Which are knit in the web of years?
The ones that I feel so proud on?
Experience of my daily use?
I just look back at mile-stones:
From cupboard love of childhood phase,
Tender touch of youthful age,
Somber glow of growing years;
A time there was when i was bright
Writing poems in moonlit nights,
I used to join my hands in faith,
Standing westward kept on praying
The sun used to sink
in the cups of my hands,
The fruits of prayers I earned a lot
Some I kept and some I lost;
Ageing, Friend! is not a loss,
Passing years are not a waste
Every age has a different taste!

Submitted: Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Edited: Monday, February 03, 2014

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  • Soulful Heart (6/27/2014 1:57:00 AM)

    some one said the last years are more sweeter like the last sip of tea in your cup.....this poem reflects the same theme....so nice (Report) Reply

  • Ken E Hall (2/23/2014 6:09:00 AM)

    Spot on with your summery of life as the years condem...however life is so short we all die young...cracking poem indeed...regards (Report) Reply

  • Kanav Justa (12/19/2013 11:13:00 AM)

    ph would be proud to have you here with us, , , always wanted to read a poem on this theme, , , and you have penned it down very beautifully, , , (Report) Reply

  • Hina Narjis (11/26/2013 10:36:00 AM)

    Where will go my achievements then?
    Which are knit in the web of years?
    .
    The sun used to sink
    in the cups of my hands,
    .
    The fruits of prayers I earned a lot
    Some I kept and some I lost;
    .
    Passing years are not a waste! ! !
    Heart-touching...I'm short of words...n surprised to see the coincidence...I think the same way...n what an irony most of us want to live long but at the same time don't want to add years to our age... (Report) Reply

  • Rasheed Hasan (11/23/2013 10:04:00 PM)

    I tried to write a word Poetry but it says I must write some words or my word shall not appear. (Report) Reply

  • Gulsher John (11/13/2013 11:39:00 AM)

    a good theme and well knitted contents,
    i wish u should pen something different, radical, unorthodox, unusual and unique.
    lets see off all these cliches and welcome to a new prosody and i would like to see u a flag bearer,
    let's experiment....

    p.s. i tried but in vain. (Report) Reply

  • Tamsila Sehole (7/18/2013 2:12:00 AM)

    Marvellous! !

    Ageing, Friend! is not a loss,
    Passing years are not a waste
    Every age has a different taste! ! !
    U r absolutely true shahzia.evrery age has a different taste and we are living breathing human beings.the people around us have to accept us as we are.they (and we, too) have to put up with our experienced, matured self as well.if life is a song it must have all lyrics in it.well written poem, i must say it has colours of experience subtly mixed with colours of innocence. (Report) Reply

  • Aman Sa (6/9/2013 1:01:00 AM)

    This is the kind of poem that will find raised hands and hats to follow the spirit it just spread. It is an extension of a gifted hand to lift the ones who are tired on the path. (Report) Reply

  • Lasoaphia Quxazs (6/6/2013 10:16:00 AM)

    So good to hear your words. I can hardly wait for the day to become 79, because after that I can say everywhere, that I am in the 80-s. It is a privilege to live long and look back what I did and what I learned, what made me stronger and wiser and better. You are right. In my case I bless everybody who was good to me, but those too who was bad to me too, because without them I would not be the person what I am today. This is why I do not have any more problem in my life, because I do my best to solve them, never get offended, laugh at everything, and I do not care who says what. This is the happiest time of my life, however, not everybody gets to this point, not ever in a hundred years. Always choose wisdom of the spirit, not the earthly one. (Report) Reply

  • Kanav Justa (5/25/2013 6:25:00 AM)

    Ageing, Friend! is not a loss,
    Passing years are not a waste
    Every age has a different taste!

    very powerful last three lines, , , , awsum (Report) Reply

  • Abhishek Tiwari (5/10/2013 2:00:00 PM)

    aha shahzia di... this one is soulful and true.. loved it..
    with every passing day we learn.. Grey hairs are no a waste.. butthe pearls earned through different taste
    ... (Report) Reply

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