Day Of Older Persons
Poem By Kumarmani Mahakul
Imping mind through their care,
We dream to become young,
In wisdom of God to follow steps,
Old age reality is cared by honesty,
Ever we bless the followers!
On this day of older persons
Cloud is crying from deep night,
There is no power, no light,
No monsoon, but low pressure lives,
Sparking light is gently smiling,
Unsteady wave is pulsating!
When motherly touch we get
From the tender hands of
And when they feed us like
Our own grandmothers,
We venture towards a new day!
When other surpass us thinking
Leaden men are crying,
Musty clothes when we wear,
When many ignore us thinking
That soiled seeds are of no use,
We cry out in agony
But cleaning us in their pure hands
Astral angels take us into their lap!
Hoary hunks some call us in day
At night some call us
As gnarled stars of far galaxy,
When Mother Sun is near us,
We fear not to this old age!
When we show direction of light,
Giving a simple smile,
Washing our faces in an old towel,
From Grey Day to Green Day,
All invite us to become their guests!
Some say us as ripen fruits,
At any time without notice of others,
We may fall down from giant trees,
But Mother Earth never hates,
She gently beholds us and fondle us!
© Kumarmani Mahakul,30 September 2020. All eights reserved!
Note: This poem is written on occasion of The International Day of Older Persons which fall on 1st October of every year. Tomorrow is 1st October 2020, The International Day of Older Persons!