The More I Grow Old Poem by Rajendra padhi

THE MORE I GROW OLD...

The more I grow old in age
My eyes miss the sight
The way leaves fall fast at night
Its resonance echoes me far,
Small or great, praised or hate
It does not matter,
I stand still greening my past
My world finds a way into me,
The boat is drawn to the shore
No more I battle with the wind,
The lapping waves go far
I can’t hear,
The dew drops kiss the rose
I can’t see,
Like fish in the aquarium
I move in a space so little,
Remote strains from seraphs
Flushed me grey in lonely noon,
Look fondly the faces I know
Like a toy to be played upon,
Their sizzling love like an ocean
Distracts me for a quick farewell,
Though the curtain will fall
I have the last role to play,
I speak of the great world
Gives a name to man,
Never to be old, ever to live
Make death difficult to win.