Am I counting years
am I fearing lines ?
am I fighting wrinkles
and fast fading time ,
precious years
why waste in fear !
watching my breath
heart beats and death ,
sagging skin
popping bones ,
by the highway
long milestones ,
disappearing fast
gloom does it cast?
accept, my dear soul
someday you have to go
leaving this mortal world
and all that you owned,
miles of journey
ending in grave ,
now six feet deep
you better be brave ,
wreaths on top
and tears to flow
if at all there is
someone to mourn ,
the flowers too will go
as the winds will blow
the last precious things
that you feel you own ,
soon to be covered
with dust and dry leaves
broken twigs from rustling trees ,
so why spend hours
and days and months ,
trying to evade
what is evident to come ,
what begins will surely end….
born in the womb
will end in a tomb,
smile and laugh
for peace and calm
will always dwell ,
riches and jewels
will wither away ,
leaving you to dust
from where you rise ,
do not fear
the big mirror on the wall ,
for soul which is noble
will always stand tall …….
© Dr Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .
An exhilarating and quite a poignant work,that engages conflicted emotions.The author has delivered with commendable insight and customary poetic aplomb.
Thank you dear Louis for your encouraging comment. I feel blessed and motivated .
The thought provoking poem is a reminder to all of us that we come from dust and will go back to dust… and the candle of life will be blown out… all very sad but well, we have done our duty nobly dear poet and this counts, isn’t it?
Introspective,insightful,and beautifully composed.
an introspective on perennial theme. choice of words and their exactitude give the poem a unique lyrical resonance.
Thank you so much for your response
Beautifully introspective poem making us question the rampant jealousies , gigantic egos , hatred and rancour .
Thank you for your encouraging words