Teenage To Every Passing Age Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Like heady scent of blossoming flowers
When hardly has she learnt giggles to hide,
Reconciling with the body of hers,
A girl begins to dream as a young bride.
She has by now as oft laughed as has cried,
But her tears soon begin to get nigh dried,
Thirties, and she learns to levitate, ride
On air; soon as she puts premium to pride.
Forties and she gets into galloping stride,
Well atop goes her professional pride,
But by fifties life is bereft of cause,
A robber comes when robed as menopause.
By sixties she's a bona fide' guide,
A good friend and philosopher beside!
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Sonnets | 09.08.07 |