(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!
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.
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
This is the kind of poem that will find raised hands and hats to follow the spirit it just spread. It is an extension of a gifted hand to lift the ones who are tired on the path.
Marvellous! ! Ageing, Friend! is not a loss, Passing years are not a waste Every age has a different taste! ! ! U r absolutely true shahzia.evrery age has a different taste and we are living breathing human beings.the people around us have to accept us as we are.they (and we, too) have to put up with our experienced, matured self as well.if life is a song it must have all lyrics in it.well written poem, i must say it has colours of experience subtly mixed with colours of innocence.
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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12/4/2024 3:39:35 AM # 1.0.0
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! !