This poem is purgation of my own emotion. It is oozing out from my own life,my own subjective thought. Time will go ahead and that is as permanent as the rising of the sun. Life must move on. That is also true. But with the passage of the time, we grow older and our parents become aged. The hands which used to protect us from all external vulnerabilities, become withered. The wrinkles on their face grow deeper. I know it is better to accept the truth. But sometimes, it pierces sharp when you see your parents growing old, suffering from age related diseases. And it becomes intense when you see your parents to lose strength, to struggle with a life threatening disease even before age. It is not easy to accept. Rather it is hard,too hard. And there are some days,you need to sit alone with your own pain, you need to hug that tearful monologue with you pain,you need to accept that you are feeling pain today..let the pain come and let it go.

      As the evening suggests maturation       As the autumnal season suggests           fall

      I am at the stage of my ripen age..

      The sun is going to set soon

       Let me see the last glow of life 

       That will evaporate soon

       My heart is too weak to endure                pain

       The last good-byes are always                  open-ended 

       Many deeds were supposed to be            done 

       But few are on the road 

        Many things are yet to be seen 

        But few are lensed

        My heart is too weak, but yet to               yearn more

        The bond it creates are extreme               spell

        Though one day everyone must               shred that  spell 

         From where I have come..

         To where I will go..

         Life is but a short trip to adore

         My heart is too weak, yet unwilling          to bid adieu 

         Let me be planted for one more                time 

         Let me grow like a green 

         Let me cast aside my aging                     ailments 

        Let me have the wings of                           butterflies 

        Let me be blessed with one more             human-birth

       To fulfil my undone duties 

       To give away the benevolence my            poor heart contains 

       To speak sorry to all those 

       Whom I have hurt unduly..

       Oh! Dear Karma, my soulful journey       is not complete 

       Without the justice bestowed on 

      I am cornered by my age

      But my spirit is juvenile 

      My voice is trembling 

     But the oath is firm

     I am sitting beside a window seat

     Still enjoying the ride of life with             colourful lenses

    My heart may be senile 

    But it beats the sonatas of life..

                        I know, you all have to face such pain in your life. Feel free to share your emotion with me through comment box. Thank you.