Hasmukh Amathalal

Gold Star - 400,089 Points (17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

Old Age Syndrome - Poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

Old Age feeling is considered to be brittle
It will break if done damage even little
So much honor and respect comes in the way
Special position in home but reality is far from away

In case of early demise of spouse
The ghost seems to be available in house
When no one is present in day time
It pinches heart and reminds a lot sometimes

Whole life comes to stand still
Right from active age to peaceful drill
Little walk in morning and conclusion with evening prayers
No one is ready to give enough times or act as sooth Sayers

Even though no disrespect is shown
Loneliness is eating up and made known
Family members may be active with their occupation
Yet some warmth may be missing in relation

I have no complaints as to what they think
We both give serious though and sometimes sink
How best we can utilize our lone years?
Where there is likelihood of many fears

Not that final day will be met with bitter experience
But we will be left alone in nobody’s presence
Those worry still hunt the fragile mind
We have yet to explore all steps and find

If you carefully analyze about the old age
It is free time without any responsibility in cage
All the obligations are over and children made independent
There are happy days with members present

Love and affection is treasure in store
Only to find the ways out and means to explore
Nothing is to be done to invite criticism at this age
It needs to be skillfully thought over and managed

With both the souls(we) respectfully rested
So much is at stake and hopefully invested
Nothing more is to be opened or watch the move
Life is to be spent with joy and what else is needed to prove

Comments about Old Age Syndrome by Hasmukh Amathalal

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (12/28/2011 8:41:00 PM)

    JRNightingale 2011.12.28 17: 41
    An interesting thought for a poem. What do we do when we have played out our part. I do not have an answer.


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  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (12/26/2011 10:46:00 PM)

    Nothing more is to be opened or watch the move
    Life is to be spent with joy and what else is needed to prove
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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 26, 2011

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