Old Age itself is a disease
“We are mortal”, is its message
Skin wrinkles, hair becomes white
Grey matter too gets depleted
Senses gradually fail
Lamenting for all this is of no avail;
Coordination between mind and body
Resonance between mind and heart
Suffer, and is done to body damage
And our near and dear get ready to pay homage;
Crying we enter
Enticed we grow
Tired (tried) we feel
Died others say;
Old age itself is a disease
“We are mortal’ is its message
Old age is the messenger cautioning about the inevitability;
We must be prepared gracefully
To dismember ourselves
From this beautiful planet
And use old age for reminiscences;
Leaving harsher and mere worldly things to our children
Can earn but need not be after money
Can be engaged in activities but can be in a detached way
Sharing our wisdom and maturity;
We should see roses in December
And charm in the twilight
Before the night falls;
Old age is itself a disease
”We are mortal”, is its message
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
‘…And use old age for reminiscences; …’ Generally the olds do…but on brighter the better will add muscle to mental strength but on darker will waste reversely… Thanks Sir making us …’Remember Death’ not a foe but…? Friend…lolol Voted 10++ Ms. Nivedita UK