I'm Very Close To Fifty
Pravat Kumar Mandal
I'm very close to fifty
As before I'm still nifty.
My wife sometimes calls me ‘old'
And, again she calls me ‘gold'.
But I don't know - old or gold
I always want to be cold.
I'm steady against her blow
I'm bright with her deep red glow.
I'm vexed when she is silent
And benumbed for a moment.
As before I'm still nifty
I'm very close to fifty.
(4th July,2020)
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