stealthily and slowly aging steals youth from life. it is as cold as deep dark winter night with you in a lonely road you walking.
i can hardly recognise me.
the pleasures of childhood and romances of youth has gone in remote past and gone forever.
i can not hardly remember the face once i met with in my childhood.
my hands has denied to walk and my feet forget to stand.
wrinkle and dark patches of aging now live on my skin.
many life energy has burned to coal.
what has only left is the ashes of despairs.
there is hardly anyone to hold me. there is hardly anyone to wipe my tears.
the friends have forger to meet.
i am a white man sitting on armchair.
my power of memory become weak and eye sight become poor.
the around me seems small and dark.
the four walls of bricks now circumambient. the light of hope seems forger to visit. I'm live in utter darkness.
loneliness and a stick are now constant friends.
these are the gifts of old age which i bear.
the old age takes away every things from.
the colours of life seems become fade.
but the glimpses of happiness of youth still haunts me.
the grassy geen field of playground i miss very much.
in far distance i see a faints light in the sky.
i will go forward to catch it.
i will rise once again because there is something yet to discover.
the dusk holds some more llights inside him to make a longer day.
my dream of life yet to come true.
so i will go forword to explore what is waiting ahead, i have a story yet to pen down.i will go frighting before the night coming to hide me in his shadowy wings.old age does not end of everything.











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