Exposed to winkles
Are with passage of experiences
Or in the course of wisdom
As I flaunt my grey hair judiciously
As the number of months and years
Add on with time
As scales on the tree
Do not count my forgetfulness
As my ignorance
Though I persist faltering
You will unearth prudence in my speech.
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I have stumbled…
Numerous phases in my lifetime
And my trembling hands
Are losing its grip
I cannot retrace my steps once again
But let not my oversight
Hinder my vision
Never mind my graying cells
If it is wearing once a while
I am young at heart
If not in years.
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Let the dust settle
On my utopian dreams
My restlessness…
Continues with aging.
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