Growing Older Poem by Munia Khan

Growing Older

Rating: 5.0


Growing older is the shinning sun in the darkness but its spark cannot erase the absence of light

Growing older is the alluvion deposited by the flood of experience but its alluvium cannot protect the wash of sea against the shore

Growing older is the enfoldment of the past but its arms cannot stop embracing the future's arrival….

Growing older is the dim eye sight but those eyes cannot stop espying the shriveled skin…..

Growing older is the child's spirit with the zest to learn again how to count numbers which cannot stop counting one's days

Growing older is a success for the top layer of the earth's surface never to give birth to anyone but always taking everyone into its womb.

Growing older is the whey which always feels proud to see its own curds reigning all over but cannot retreat from its watery part

Growing older is the nearness to God which could have been pleasant, if it would be possible to put off the time of departure

Growing older is a blurred birth certificate that only can take us to this world's perplexed journey but it cannot smear the letters of the epitaph
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Growing older is an absolute amusement when the infancy is leaving apart longing to shun the ultimate maturity..

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Philip Winchester 17 February 2010

I am inclined to change my name to offer comment on this Poem. So I shall become Mr Everyman to pay you homage for this Prose. Mr Everyman grows older by the minute and cannot fail to see the wisdom of your Words

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Philip Winchester 11 November 2009

My knees turn to Jelly, I just cannot get through. So I came in this way, to send you my Praise. see my normal route will not function this morning. I`m knowing not Why.So Write me by email. If you have the Time.

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Prakash Mehra 01 November 2009

A very high level poem. True gem.

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Philip Winchester 28 October 2009

Let me be the First to give you +10 I love this Poem, so clever, you use a few words that I had to look up and understand but that`s what it`s all about.....Understanding...and you have it. It`s a Gift.

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Munia Khan

Munia Khan

Dhaka. Bangladesh
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