Gray is your hair
People may give a stare
But my love if you compare
Is countless as your hair.
Wrinkles on your face
may not be toned in case
No matter in this phase
I will be with you all through the way.
Your hands may tremble
And pulse go feeble
Those days could be terrible
But moments in love is incredible.
What a beautiful poem about loving someone, regardless of their stage in life, for the real person who they are on the inside. Almost made me cry. Great job, Rini! 'But my love if you compare Is countless as your hair.' Your love for him is as abundant as the number of hairs on his head! :)
Sometimes the heart reads the love alone and yes, then age is only a number.
Hi Rini, Lovely poem on love and reassurance. Very true, The moments of love’re incredible.... Full 100+
This is a really a beautifully structured poem divided into three stanzas! Beautiful selection of rhyming words (except line 8) . There is a systematic flow from stanza to stanza! Liked the second stanza most! In first stanza the poetess utters ‘Gray is your hair’……I love grey hairs which are symbols of experience and knowledge! A beautiful poem……10
This poem magnificently articulates your intense love for someone who is so elderly but you are missing him/her a lot! Yes, we should have unconditional love to those senior people who could very often act like kids yet so lovely and invaluable assets for us! I would love to have an analysis of the structure of the poem! (Part I)
You manage to amaze me with each new poem of yours! I love the tenderness of this one!
The network of social relationships also grows with the growing age. Being a grandfather I am happy when I am among my grandchildren. A nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perfectly written! Wonderful sentiments expressed in your poem aptly called Lovely Moments. Love transcends age and corporeal beauty. The life of the spirit which is perpetual youth shines through our eyes and heart. Also a great or should I say, incredible, ending to your poem.