Shahzia Batool

Bronze Star - 2,180 Points (Pakistan)

(anti-) Ageing! - Poem by Shahzia Batool

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!


Poet's Notes about The Poem

...and i wish to relish it...!

Comments about (anti-) Ageing! by Shahzia Batool

  • C. P. Sharma C. P. Sharma (6/6/2016 11:43:00 PM)


    It flows like a lovely stream
    Sometimes sombre
    Sometimes gleam. (Report) Reply

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  • Musawir Raakh Musawir Raakh (11/29/2015 12:07:00 PM)


    Last worse is my fav, adding this poem to my fav list, a classic indeed, I invite you to read and rate mine,10 (Report) Reply

  • Abdulrazak Aralimatti Abdulrazak Aralimatti (7/19/2015 1:11:00 AM)


    I appreciate your sincerity in words and action.Be blessed. (Report) Reply

  • Akhtar Jawad Akhtar Jawad (9/6/2014 8:17:00 AM)


    Probably the friend who asked to delete the age meant to forget it for a few moments to remember the past sweet memories. Anyway he became a reason of this beautiful and amazing poem. In my humble opinion it is outstanding by any standards. (Report) Reply

  • Amitava Sur Amitava Sur (8/18/2014 5:50:00 AM)


    Wonderful poem where you have rather honored the aging of a life instead of sidelining because of age.
    Ageing, Friend! is not a loss,
    Passing years are not a waste
    Every age has a different taste! ... an exact conclusion! ! (Report) Reply

  • Bri Edwards Bri Edwards (8/12/2014 11:27:00 PM)


    oops! i almost deducted two points from your score for spelling, UNTIL i checked and found out that ageing is a 'chiefly british' variant of aging (the way i learned to spell 'ageing' in u.s.) .
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    your use of somber glow surprised me. here is something i found when i googled somber.

    som·ber
    adjective \'säm-b?r
    : very sad and serious

    : having a dull or dark color
    Full Definition of SOMBER
    1
    : so shaded as to be dark and gloomy
    2
    a: of a serious mien: grave [somber dignitaries]
    b: of a dismal or depressing character: melancholy
    c: conveying gloomy suggestions or ideas
    3
    : of a dull or heavy cast or shade: dark colored
    — som·ber·ly adverb
    — som·ber·ness noun
    See somber defined for English-language learners »
    See somber defined for kids »
    Variants of SOMBER
    som·ber or som·bre
    Examples of SOMBER

    Her death put us in a somber mood.
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    these lines i enjoyed especially:

    The sun used to sink
    in the cups of my hands,
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    cupboard love? i'm glad i looked that phrase up online. for others who don't know what it means, this is what i found out:

    cupboard love
    noun [U]
    › love shown by someone, typically a child, in order to get something that they want, such as food

    i also saw some reference to cats when i looked at another site for cupboard love; i think it said something about cats rubbing up against cupboards when they want food. they also rub up against legs; i know.
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    SO, HOW OLD ARE YOU? 98? i'm but a child in that case, at 66. in my life phases, these are the tastes i experienced:

    Childhood: peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
    Youthful age: hamburgers (i relished them)
    Growing years: spaghetti and tomato sauce
    Where-i-am-now: ice cream!

    thanks for sharing. :) bri (Report) Reply

  • Soulful Heart 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

  • Hira Ahsan Hira Ahsan (1/18/2014 3:45:00 AM)


    ma'am you have written very beautifully...such a wonderful idea. (Report) Reply

  • Muhammad Ali (12/27/2013 10:56:00 AM)


    every age has a different taste. and relish.
    sweet poem. smart one. (Report) Reply

  • Kanav Justa 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

  • Ruby Mostazir Ruby Mostazir (12/3/2013 5:09:00 AM)


    jst beautifully you described. Every age has a different taste! ...so true! (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

  • Xelam Kan™ Xelam Kan™ (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

  • Shihabudheen K J Shihabudheen K J (10/8/2013 1:35:00 AM)


    this is a really accomplished work... (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar Geetha Jayakumar (7/21/2013 10:58:00 AM)


    Well said..Every age has different taste...Beautiful poem. Well written. (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

  • Ramesh Rai Ramesh Rai (7/6/2013 7:55:00 AM)


    Ageing is not loss but gain. to think more to do more to understand more. (Report) Reply

  • Anita Sehgal Anita Sehgal (6/13/2013 6:56:00 AM)


    so well said.. age measured by. moments treasured (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, February 3, 2014


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