Counting years , Fearing lines .

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 .

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About Swati A Gadgil

Anaesthesiologist , practising since last 30 yrs in Mumbai and medico legal advisor. Counsellor for Children at Puberty , Parenting , Stress Management , Motivation and Peace MBBS DA LLM Postgraduate in Human Rights Postgraduate in Hospital management Founder President of NGO, Dombivli Women's Welfare Society and it's youth wing NayaSavera Published three books of poetry Columnist and writes on various topics like Stress Management Appointed by Times of India as Consultant for their NIE Newspaper In Education Program Recognised by Medical associations and Rotary Speaker and panelists on Tele media, print media and National and International conferences Taekwondo Red Belt

8 thoughts on “Counting years , Fearing lines .

  1. Pushmaotee Subrun

    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?

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  2. Santosh

    Beautifully introspective poem making us question the rampant jealousies , gigantic egos , hatred and rancour .

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