Ballad Of Old Age Poem by Muzahidul Reza
Ballad Of Old Age
My path is getting narrow
Oh! As old I do grow,
My bones have turned weak
Skin is also wrinkling quick;
I have also got loss of teeth
Words are getting stammered,
Eyesight has turned very blear
Hearing also so short by ear;
I cannot take meal much
Always suffer from disease,
Life seems merely burden
Passing these days harden;
Often I dream the angel
Always by me does circle
I cannot imagine any more
Past and will happen in future;
I may soon and any time die
I always look at the blue sky
Try to imagine the very star
Once to me was so dear.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza| 25 November,2017
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I may soon and any time die I always look at the blue sky Try to imagine the very star Once to me was so dear.