Harden not thou heart
For it may age thee fast
Thou heart be still and gentle
For the autumn morn is approaching with a bestowal
Of gifts of bounteous crops
To thee as life’s toilsome fruits.....there is always a silver lining..... a poem born out of tremendous faith.....lovely poem. i read and reread it......... tha nku dear poet. tony
there is a common concept among people that being old we don't have any moment to rejoice or to do sth great......but this magnificent poem hides all these concepts.this poem must be read by each and every human in the world....deserved it..................10 on 10
Most of us see old age as the fag end of life when we have nothing left to cherish. But your poem asks us to learn to accept aging with grace! Yes, let us not plunge into gloomy thoughts, but instead, get engaged in something which we like so that old age will bring few regrets. When we cherish all our happy moments, they give us the energy to wade through a phase of life of physical discomfiture and waning energy! Great write Deepak!
Though the ageing process is long drawn and a continuous one, yet its realization starts creeping slowly into us. A lovely poem with lots of imagery and tons of encouragement for people who are sailing past their prime.