Neelkhanth Mahadev


Regret At Old-Age - Poem by Neelkhanth Mahadev

I
Had the time of my life in the city,
a life of Riley.
Lo!
At a ripe old age,
did I realize that day,
What I had been missing all my years,

Eall the sweetness and light,
Eall the serene nights,
Eall the merrymaking sights,
of an olde country life.

Today,
After all the puffed up wheeling and dealing,
a feel of regret is arising!

But!
As once Disraeli said,
Youth is a blunder;
Manhood is a struggle;
Old age is regret.

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Regret at Old-Age

As the old man stand gazing at the lush meadows of the country side, a cool breeze swept across his face making him realize what he had been missing all these long Years.
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Akhil Suresh Nair

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 3, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 4, 2012


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