Aniruddha Pathak

Rookie - 254 Points (25.05.1941 / Godhra - Gujarat)

Withered Gets When Your Garden - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

When all around looks old, old man,
And withered gets your green gardens,
When everyday seems cold, old man,
And every bone within hardens,
Time ‘tis then to feel young, old man,
To waken up the child within,
To bubble up your blood, old man,
To water grey gardens to green,
As man’s old as his mind, old man,
And age is but an odd number,
Old age is one cold December,
Get up, warm up and play, old man,
And let your new childhood begin,
To make things look all new, old man.
- Musings | 13.01.05 |

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 28, 2013

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