Neelam Kumar Sharma
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Come What May
After two scores and ten,
Often it occurs to a man-
Something stirs in back of mind,
When one stares years behind.
Ahead one sees a silhouette,
Which one had not thought to see
Until that time, in worlds different,
That were in joy or in pain spent.
Then, slow or fast the years pass,
And the form grows & grows thus
Becoming more and more so clear,
Until it takes a shape familiar.
With it comes a sense of fear,
A melancholic despair-
An angst, a ‘nada’ unknown before,
Feeling of futility- a kind of bore.
As the years climb...