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Theme: Aging

Stranger in a Mirror

 
I stare myself
in the cracked mirror -
and find a grey-haired, bespectacled stranger
grinning at me with a toothless, dentured-smile!
His withered familiar face reflects
the watermarks of weather-beaten wrinkles.
Journeys of over-ripen years have mapped his fatigued features
Webs of crow-feet crawl near his watery cataract eyes, and
layers of antiquity cover him with onion-like rumpled skin,
As his aged brittle bones ache with the passage of time,
memories of days bygone, limp with his walking-stick
to the final voyage of eternity…
 
How quickly time flew,
and subtly stole the youthful years of my lively life
to cage me in this pathetic prison of old age…
 
I now longingly wait for my darling death
to welcome me in her anxious arms
and transcend me to unseen heavens
or re-cremate me once again
in the flaming fires of hell,
or let me drown in my very own
senile tears of fear…
 
 

23-Nov-2010

More By  :  Bharat B. Trivedi

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