Fifty Shades Of Gray Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Old age is a divine virus,
Dim old eyes, sore with tears;
Hanging ears but hard of hearing,
Once a appealing face turned wrinkled.

Head once abode of long curly black hair,
Alas! Now turned silver or vanished;
Toothless mouth cum dumping ground,
Skin hanging with once stunning body.

Aching bones making nights sleepless,
Once a marathon winner,
Needs a support to move a step,
Once manager of world can’t manage self.

All gone! ! All gone! ! Life spent! !
Now longing to memories days gone,
Right or wrong, good or bad, loved or lost;
Now alone, lonely, fragile, wrinkled.

Night and day, all unfilled and void,
Pining to hear loving voices,
Heart in pain! ! Tears! !
Rolling down on wrinkled face.

Imagined? ? Oh old age! ! Ah old age! !
So cruel! Took away all beauty, ability;
Snatched all my near and dear ones,
Left me with you-Unbearably painful.

Cut me in pieces of pain and frustration;
Family has left for the life of their own,
Modern, liberal, free, democratic, secular;
Remembering my mother and father.

Now left with all regrets, no love no joys;
Oh Life! ! Alone just Longing! ! Longing! !
For love, care! ! Or praying to Creator! !
To lift me like vapors and hide me in clouds.