The Confident Move. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

I notice the wrinkles on the face
The face once were so happily looked
I notice the gray hair in the mirror
Slowly understands what the aging is
In another day when the fingers tremble
I notice the effect of aging is visible
When I feels myself on my own thoughts
I am less confused about the aging
Well thoughtful and confident enough for a walk
The distance passed never to look back
Only the forward looking makes the confidence.