Growing Old Poem by Nayanika Roy
Growing Old
As we grow up
We form bonds
Filling in Love's cup
With our soul's wand
At times they stay thin
And some wind strong
Can be a poem valued by Rin
Or be a priceless song
Still a few of them break
As bonds also have limits
And their tears fill lakes
Who cared so muchfor it
It feels like a wound
Plucked as when it's fresh
In such pain they crooned
As their heart felt more nesh
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