Stilled Youth Poem by Narayanan Ramakrishnan

Present stilled for future
Curly coarse black hair, sharp nose and eyes
bright, all stilled in the picure;
Well kept, will remain cute without fracture,
But not the pictured, remain, so long, in rapture.

Time will consume and loot his charm,
Days and years will fly out, off his palm
Nothing under the Sun can ever dam
Greying of his hairs, balding head or wrinkling skin
by any balm.

Grows old all, that are succeptible to gravitation;
The more we grow, the more the proclivity,
A new born stands up, walk and run with vitality,
To surrender when, who knows, one day to passivity.

So keep in hand, your stilled youth, in color
With all its brilliance and, intact, vigour
If any youngman call you grand oldie,
Flash this out and show what is in store
for this today's sweet young bubbly.