What's aging?
An wandering soul,
Manipulated mind set,
Creaking bones,
On a marathon to an,
heavenly existence,
Ultimately reching hell,
Or the other way!
Why would I age?
A life that's...
A linear progressive discipline,
An army of blood cells,
Marching onto,
Not a, perpetual existence,
Feeding the mind and the body,
Only till the bones grow weak!
I am not aging. Why should I after all?
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You have captured the inevitability beautifully.
ReplyDeleteSushma,There is nithing called ageing,It is all a state of the mind.
ReplyDeleteI havent felt different in last 25 years.