My Age Past Poem by SALINI NAIR

My Age Past

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That summer was so fanatic
Lane the strokes all around
In that futile waves a stoop arise
Holy sprout from some side

All wonder on that approach
But whisper claim its charm
As days passed there widen logs
Stretched the cramp to its side

Long years pass in hue
All the way blossom strewn
But the old sprout shed its time
As that tree stretched itself to thee

My grey hair is the fathom of my time
These wrinkles pedigree my charm
In that longitude I thought a ramp
There my thoughts jumble just for awhile

Here in this loneliness I am so aged
I was just a sprout of thee
My time passed and shrinks
But the sprouts are there in ground

That tree amazes us when loom
Widen clouts are apparent
Blossom and fall a part of life
But the mighty sprout the next! ! ! !

©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.

Sunday, August 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Heather Wilkins 21 August 2014

life might be short but we live in eternity. the soul will live forever excellent write

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Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 17 August 2014

It is all about eternity.......all may perish but soul that keeps the whole universe going ceaseless.....very well penned

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Akhtar Jawad 17 August 2014

Parvin Shakir said-Woh to khusboo hay hawaon mein bikhar Jaega- -Masala phool ka hay phool kidhar jaye ga. The soul within us is the soul of God and it is immortal, like a tree that survives even in autumn. A lovely poem.

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Salini Nair 17 August 2014

life is like a tree...it sprouts and falls..but the tree will remain there..likewise birth happens and later death...but the basic power (God) remains the same....

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