I'm Very Close To Fifty Poem by Pravat Kumar Mandal

I'm Very Close To Fifty
Pravat Kumar Mandal

I'm very close to fifty
As before I'm still nifty.

My wife sometimes calls me ‘old'
And, again she calls me ‘gold'.

But I don't know - old or gold
I always want to be cold.

I'm steady against her blow
I'm bright with her deep red glow.

I'm vexed when she is silent
And benumbed for a moment.

As before I'm still nifty
I'm very close to fifty.

(4th July,2020)