Old And Dying Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Someday I will become old
I will sit in a rocking chair
I will stand before the mirror
And feel sad for the white hair

Someday I will feel a pain
In my joints and in the heart
I will stare at the dipping sun
And realize soon I have to depart

Someday I will feel like lost
My mind will not be stable
I will feel weak from feet up
I won't care to clean the stubble

Someday there will be an end
To the poem I have inked so far
When my breathing will be hard
From the door death will stare

Someday no one will be mine
No one will be there to shed a tear
A long hiccup to free the soul
And purpose of life will be clear