Fifty Years From Now ..

Fifty Years From Now .. short poem

Fifty years from now,

I’d see a retired woman in the mirror of the world.

Sitting beside the man of my dreams, I’d notice his face

with wrinkles and effects of ageing,

that must have penetrated into my skin as well.

His swollen eyes would reflect our thirty years of togetherness.

The dining in the same plate, the hugs and kisses, the care,

the support and the habit to stand by each other, all being same.

The old lady would smile once more through his young mistress’s lips.

Fifty years from now,

I would have created myself, the way I dreamed as a child.

The life lived with heart’s content will be shadowed

by the stoop, yet confident gait of the geriatric being.

With some outdated dreams and bustling passions,

my enthusiasm will never die, unlike my body.

Fifty years from now,

perhaps, I’d decide to clean up my messy cupboard, out of nowhere.

The sight of old pictures of mom-dad would ache my heart.

Sinking into the memories of how mom used to rush

to get dettol and soframycin whenever her little girl’d injured herself,

the realization of vicious universe will strike me.

The transformation of the little girl into mother

will leave me dumbstruck, fifty years from now.

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