Being Old Poem by Anil Kumar Panda
Being Old
There is no end to this pain
The pain of reeling under
The weight of an old age
The loneliness, the silence
Pervading the rooms and
It seems like living in a cage
There is no end to this pain
The forceful dragging to the
Grave and all that efforts
To show that every thing
Is going okay; no end to
Those disturbed thoughts
Saturday, May 14, 2022
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