(anti-) Ageing! Poem by Shahzia Batool
(anti-) Ageing!
A gentle soul once asked me here
to delete my Age and edit profile
I read it and just passed a smile
I do respect her but I ask:
What will happen if I do?
Where will go my achievements then?
Which are knit in the web of years?
The ones that I feel so proud on?
Experience of my daily use?
I just look back at mile-stones:
From cupboard love of childhood phase,
Tender touch of youthful age,
Somber glow of growing years;
A time there was when i was bright
Writing poems in moonlit nights,
I used to join my hands in faith,
Standing westward kept on praying
The sun used to sink
in the cups of my hands,
The fruits of prayers I earned a lot
Some I kept and some I lost;
Ageing, Friend! is not a loss,
Passing years are not a waste
Every age has a different taste!
So sweet a poem! I am able to relish it so much as I have come to an age, people generally are afraid to disclose! But often I feel that we can age gracefully, though very rarely a sense of loss stomps in when I think of the agility of the limbs which I don't have now! But the mind never grows old! The closing line is just superb! Every age has a different taste! ! Enjoyed much! !
Such wonderful and true verses! One should never be ashamed or deny Age! It's a part of us, just like every other aspect of our existence. I love the naturalism and the realism portrayed through this poem. You've done justice to the title! A beautiful write! Thank you for sharing. Regards, ~Besa
how true: Passing years are not a waste Every age has a different taste! ! ! a v nice one
Clever and bright age after all is just a number experience is a gift age to be cherished I reall enjoyed this Thanks for sharing
wow this one awesome..! wonderful piece, sharing like it.. :)
Where will go my achievements then? Which are knit in the web of years? The ones that I feel so proud on? Experience of my daily use? I just look back at mile-stones: From cupboard love of childhood phase, Tender touch of youthful age, - - A lovely poem in praise of aging process..Yes, every age has its taste, old age is the age of wisdom.
been here, done this. i mean i've read and commented already!
Last worse is my fav, adding this poem to my fav list, a classic indeed, I invite you to read and rate mine,10
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I would like to translate this poem
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12/21/2025 3:04:20 PM # 1.0.0
Lovely words. There was time when I thought that I am getting older, and everything is late, but when I get to this 79, I can see that no years were wasted. Every second brought me some more wisdom, strength and more hope, without them I would not be what I am today. In the meantime I give my blessing to the good people, but to the bad also, because they all teach me for something important to go forward. So, nothing was wasted. You are right.