The little one asked “What is old age?”
It is an age which tries to free from all bondage,
An age, which gets distracted from all outage,
An age, which communicates through a silent language.
As the day closes into dusk
As peace leads to an exhilaration always,
Youth enters the old
age with a grace,
Strings of grey hair are seen in a trace.
Meenas Poems 