Why My Attire Gets Older? Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Sitting at the banks of rivers,
looking at the water.
Their thought goes,
as the aimless water.

All of a sudden,
acquired this state.
Just had a nap,
nap of working tirelessly,
nap of fulfilling the duties,
wake up and find out,
the changed attire, wrinkled.

Look at the legs,
how many miles walked,
Look at the hands,
how much effort undertaken.
Can; t see the heart and the lungs,
damages can; t be ascertained,
with cataract and hearing aid.

Sitting at the fancy malls,
Looking at the young crowd,
thinking, if God makes,
the young age longer or
God can shorten the old age or,
a Child and then a youth,
Eternal youth..