Blessings have depths but no measure
For the hearts benchmark the Silver Treasure
Gatherings of the life that ages earn
Gather on the head with a silvery turn
Children call'em white & learn they are grey
Sparkles of sunlight have smiles on every ray
Skin is like a bed dwelling in viscous oil
Hair we talk of coir wraped in a silver foil
Days which they lived are countless wrinkles
Eyes have fog in hopes & hope in them twinkles
Our breaths have such assets backed by these banks
For this silvery treasure, let us pay golden thanks
Thoughts of every new mile without bliss of the old
Is it possible to live without this treasure being told...
Lovely, Lovely, Lovely! ! ! This poem is beautiful.......Old is Gold! We should respect our elders......Wonderful Uncle, Keep penning.
Very nice poem full of synonyms-indeed a silver treasure. let it soon turn to gold. 'Gather on the head with a silvery turn Children call'em white & learn they are grey Sparkles of sunlight have smiles on every ray Skin is like a bed dwelling in viscous oil Hair we talk of coir wraped in a silver foil' +10 regards anjali
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nyc poem! ! truly awesome!