Senescence Poem by Sanjib Saha

A fist of golden dust
Emits the sparkling light
Within the self,
May I step forward for
A decaying future or not?
I know – there is nothing
To be decay – as all
The memoirs always
Touches the waves of
Life being
With a humble sight,
We work – fly from the
Fire to the wings,
I wake up from generations
To the offspring,
Yellowing to the full of prana,
What always we expect from
Senescence to the sense of eternity.

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-sanjibsaha Aniketa