Our facial shine gradually wanes
As youth fades away,
We plod on with subdued pains
That sometimes heavily weigh!
The shine fades but a beauty grows
Quietly in the inner hearts,
Of that concealed shine no one knows
Up until s/he speaks to us.
When we are young our eyes are sharp
But cannot see things in the areas grey,
Our minds are shallow and cannot read
Beyond what our eyes would say.
With ageing, our eyes get blurred
But our inside vision broadens wide.
We mostly see the beauty inward
Rather than what is shown outside.
Dhaka
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14 August 2018
With ageing, our eyes get blurred But our vision inside widens wide. We mostly see the beauty inward Rather than what is shown outside. So true. Wisdom of age reflects beautifully in these lines. Thank you for sharing.
Delighted to have you comment on my poem, dear poet. Thanks for your appreciative words. @Savita Tyagi.
A beautiful poem on getting old. The shines on face may diminish but the heart inside begins to shine more. Nice poem indeed. enjoyed its smooth flow and rhyming. Thanks for sharing.10+++
@Jennifer Birchall, Thank you so much for reading my poem and commenting on it so thoughtfully! I am greatly inspired by your affirmation of what I have said in the poem. Inspired by the appreciation too. I have just left a comment on your beautiful poem 'Remember When'.
@Mihaela Pirjol, Thanks for so beautifully summarising and affirming the thoughts expressed in the poem, dear poetess. I was truly enigmated by your symbolic poem 'Enigma' which I've just read and commented on. I picked the poem for 'MyPoemList'.
@Aqua Flower, Thank you, dear poetess, for your generous rating and very kind comment. I know through your poems that you have a deep inner eye through which you see the beauty of things that others cannot see.
@Kostas Lagos, Thanks for the open hearted appreciation, dear poet. I am much delighted to have you here reading my poem and get your generous comment.
@Muzahidul Reza, Thanks for reading my poem and leaving a thoughtful comment here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So true! With age we lose our bodily strength and the glitter of our eyes..... but our inner eyes get better vision and we are able to see things and surroundings in a better light! A mature perspective on life!
You have brilliantly summarized my poem in most appropriate words. Thank you, @Valsa George. I've just read your philosophical poem 'Thoughts Whispered Into Air' and felt myself greatly motivated.