Getting Old Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

I have come more than half the way
And began to feel the pain
At joints while climbing up the stairs
And in waist a mild strain

I have begun to lose you from near
And can't identify the scent
That you come wearing in your hair
Your beauty is getting faint

The hard muscles in my arms have
Started to hang soft and loose
My lines do not run straight anymore
Can't take you as my muse

May be the loading star has forgotten
To shine upon me as I am old
As a recluse I live in my den and sweet
Memories of youth I can't hold