The punctuality, the discipline
the dress code I am noted for
have abandoned me in a quick
as I walk like a recluse governed
neither by time nor by appearance,
a trace of hippyism
My gray hair flying in all directions’
as I least try to colour them
excess starch in my saree
makes me look roundish
converting me shorter than
I am in real life.
The slight imbalanced walk,
a drag and a pull has grown
significantly prominent
as I negotiate climbing
up and down the stairs
leaving me graceless.
I prefer to be at home
watching programs
in You Tube, serials
which promise nothing
except some light thinking,
a habit of recent..
Life hitherto would go likewise
I assume,, Bidding adieu
to serious thoughts
and sensible living style
I gradually slip into a non cohesive
status which forebodes the end.
That of living.
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