Like the old saying before a storm, there is calm.
Life for us starts in our beloved mother's palm.
Chilling in a cradle roaming through the summer lawn.
Watching new things, living happily from dusk to dawn.
Dad says wisdom will come all through the years.
Climbing the school stairs with cheeks rolling with tears.
School was sometimes fun, sometimes a torture chamber.
Counting the days and waiting for holidays in December.
Time flies by, you are done with school and its ways.
Admission forms & checking lists, arrive your college days.
Making new friends, starting a saga of bunking classes.
Heading to a bar or duping money for movie passes.
We care to go to the classroom only once for the semester.
We all hate to follow the rule of brother and sister.
There is always joy in the heart and love on the tongue.
There is a wink on our face, and our heart is all young.
Gods of boredom & soldiers of work can't see our smiling faces.
We are thrown from our merry life & dumped into office places.
I go looking for an option how to get this time going faster.
Or this is a curse that will surely end in disaster.
Working life perishes, I'm 72, sitting in my old age chair.
Life flashes by me, giving me a very sarcastic glare.
I ask myself wasn't the younger life jolly and better?
All we did was play or at times we wrote a letter.
Hanging out with buddies, me boozing & some friends smoking weed.
All this got me pondering over difference between a want and a need.
We all get older day by day & face the world out there.
Youth had sun in my eyes, now I have wind in my hair.
Youth & age lie side by side, now one day death is a must.
My body perishes in fire & I think life is just more of a dust.
