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Sixty Years Memories


Living long has its own fall backs 

 that too after sixty it s a tedium

 living most of the time alone 

while the husband and wife keep staring 

there arises  a vacuum  very emphatic

and if the man  falls sick die before sixty

 the wife tends the husband

 but never could she expect that 

 if she gets ill and lies in bed.

 That being the untold verdict

 of the community  at large 

 where the male chauvinism

reigns supreme and great 

 however exhausted she be

 has  look after the chores

Getting away from this earthly being

very much before you turn sixty

 seems appropriate and wonderful

 as you are saved from illness

 and the much condemned loneliness

 I can hear the advice of many

bidding  to get involved in service 

 which again needs a healthy frame

 and a stamina sane  

which again leads to the vicious .

Die before you turn  sixty  or even ahead

as you would not be a burden to anyone

 the least to yourself.

 

 

 

 

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The Spirit


The spirit is dying
The enthusiasm to cross is over
Having crossed the bridge in terms lower
with the fulfillment giving a feel relaxing
the age is extending an approach not so tensing
and the years of fighting for the cause just
has been rewarded all the more the best
seeking solace and peace hereinafter
has become the motive prime sooner or later
leading to a life of ease and comfort great
which is for all we strive mostly in state.fighting spirit

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Nothing Original


As one grows old
the hair turns grey
the eyes see less,
nose functions full
teeth get shaky
and the legs ache
while there is a break
as every joint cracks
and every bone squeaks
so with the colouring of the hair
and spectacles knocking your nose
and dentures lying smart in your mouth
and with stents implanted stent-implantin your heart
you pull along till you can
dragging your legs and feet
holding on with your wobbling hands
as the original has given way to the artificial

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Living long.


homepict2aLiving long is a bane
cries an old man in pain
suffering from loneliness
succumbing to fretfulness

Living long is fun
says an old woman with a pun
laughing heartily with cheer
ignoring the care of the dear..

Living long is neither bane
nor fun says the one who is sane.
with an intention to live wholly
and go through the span enduringly.

Perceptions differ from one to one.
one could afford a pretty run
the other sets a dispassion
yet another accepts in fashion.

It is all in the mind
good or bad and kind
emanates from within
manoeuvering a fill in

Living with the world
keeping up the pace in words.
Catching up with the tide
offers a graceful side.

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Serenity Settles.


It was eight in the morning
thought it was only six
as the morning was not as bright
as it usually is
with darkness still hanging
and a lovely breeze gently flowing
did not allow her to get up.
Stretching her arms long
and yawning widely
she cuddled herself in the bed
pulling her quilt over
No call awaiting her in the early hours
except a few business work
which would begin only after 10 a.m
she closing her eyes lay on her bed
for a while and then with great effort
got up to get herself ready
for the day in her own time.
Ageing gives certain comfort
and relaxation which otherwise
would have been stoutly opposed.
As we grow old our speed also
gets slowed down to a tone
where mellowing down to a
maturity and understanding
that develops into a patience
and tolerance and finally
into a serenityserenity..

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The Grand Old man


grand old manWith silvery hair and sunken eyes
With stuttering talk and toothless jaw
With thin physic and a bent gait
With slow walk and a feeble talk
the man still reigns strong
not over the country or a state
but over his frail mind
keeping it alert and agile
abreast of the world affairs
well versed in economy
strong in business ethics
stronger in pathos and
strongest in recommendations

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Medieval Times.


The move was gradual.

Things were at level.

It was time to revel.

 

There was a tumultuous arrival.

Much fanfare was seen in the appraisal.

It was a grand revival.

 

The introduction was  an approval.

The course was absolutely referral.

It was nothing but crucial.

 

The enactment was  graceful 

The theme was paradoxical.

It was subtly satirical.

 

The trend was medieval.

Imitating  the Chaucerian  parable.

It was exorbitantly rhetorical.

 

Everything was in measured ritual

Nothing rushed to a heady trouble..

It was a tempered bubble.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Importance Of Reading.


Reading well enhances knowledge.

The  well read  impart best tutelage.

Reading thorough directs  a lovely arrange.

Intensive read indicates a wholesome average.

Reading entire releases a fine coverage.

In depth read embarks on a neat footage.

Reading persistently revives an extensive  foliage.

A comprehensive read  for sure expresses a leverage.

 Reading with  love is a lively  delightful  anchorage.

 Stimulating  read is  more or less like a  refreshing beverage. 

Reading  makes a man learned all through the age.

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AS You Age


Age calls for attention.

There is less tension,

but more apprehension

commanding a revision,

controlling a deviation,

bringing in appreciation,

reviewing combinations,

assigning permutations,

accepting confrontations,

announcing celebrations,

expecting an invitation,

to depart.

 

 

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The Loving Grand Pa


Early in the morning there was a sound.

It was not the cock a doodle do.

It was not the clock’s ding-dong.

It was not the baby’s shrill cry.

It was not the bird’s sweet call.

It was not the mother’s shout.

It was not the father’s retort.

It was not the boy’s grumbling.

It was not the paper boy’s cycle bell.

It was not the milkman’s  loud alarm.

It was not the whistling tea-pot.

It was not the hissing shower.

It was, it was, a snore.

Emanating from grand pa.