Growing Older - Poem by Munia Khan
Growing older is the shinning sun in the darkness but its spark cannot erase the absence of light
Growing older is the alluvion deposited by the flood of experience but its alluvium cannot protect the wash of sea against the shore
Growing older is the enfoldment of the past but its arms cannot stop embracing the future's arrival….
Growing older is the dim eye sight but those eyes cannot stop espying the shriveled skin…..
Growing older is the child's spirit with the zest to learn again how to count numbers which cannot stop counting one's days
Growing older is a success for the top layer of the earth's surface never to give birth to anyone but always taking everyone into its womb.
Growing older is the whey which always feels proud to see its own curds reigning all over but cannot retreat from its watery part
Growing older is the nearness to God which could have been pleasant, if it would be possible to put off the time of departure
Growing older is a blurred birth certificate that only can take us to this world's perplexed journey but it cannot smear the letters of the epitaph
Growing older is an absolute amusement when the infancy is leaving apart longing to shun the ultimate maturity..
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