Age Is But A Page Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Age Is But A Page



Ye frowned at that fraudster called age,
The devil that lets us not sleep light,
In book of life age is bare a page.

A child lets life no fair passage,
Reads not by page, flies a fancy flight,
Ye frowned, kept the fraudster in cage.

He when grows and knows, hedges on hedge,
Wise enough, calls not that boaster's blight,
Life's a long book, age a passing page.

Happy, pushing hackney carriage,
Reaping fruits in life's fight-less flight,
He pretends to face that impostor's rage.

In second childhood, bit of a sage,
In vain sets out life's wrongs to right,
He readies to write life's last page.

But you dad, lived life in heaven's image
Fought your best to give age good fight,
Ye frowned on that fraudster's rage,
And proved life's a book, age but a page.
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Inspired by my father who led an exemplary life and died at the age of 102
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Villanelle | 01.10.08 |

Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: father,life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem is dedicated to my father who defied of age and died
early this year after a long innings of 102 fulfilling years.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Akhtar Jawad 22 July 2019

A nice dedication to a great father, may his soul rest in peace!

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Aniruddha Pathak 23 July 2019

Thanks dear Akhtar Jawad for the fine sentiments. Today I read along this Villanelle and feel that it does not read as smoothly as a Villanelle should. Any opinion/view on this?

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Aniruddha Pathak

Aniruddha Pathak

Godhra - Gujarat
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