What Is To Age?

What Is To Age? short poem

Age is the only expand,
Where joy-sorrow go hand in hand,
Joy of moving towards the new,
Sorrow of leaving behind a few
Awakening of morbid senses,
Those laze passive in tenses.
Dying off of that innocence,
That once is a sturdy defense.
Like a river made from various streams,
Veracity fills the creeks of dreams.
The anguish of fading memories,
Eyes heavy with ample miseries!
The physical struggle to assert,
Mustering more courage to still exert!
Hearing the chimes of changing times,
Perceiving the evil behind crimes!
Usher in a whole new generation,
With the innate faith to instate creation,
Praying for their better start,
Feel close to God at heart!
We keep adding numbers each year,
Soon each self will reach there.
Trick is to age gracefully, to be classic forever,
After all experience does make one clever!

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Charu Gulati

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A quote to describe most of me : I am STRONG because I am WEAK I am BEAUTIFUL because I know my FLAWS I am a LOVER because I am a FIGHTER I am FEARLESS because I have been AFRAID I am WISE because I have been FOOLISH ....And..... I can LAUGH because I have known SADNESS !
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