Old is Young ...

Old is Young ...

A Poem by Kousika
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Pouring some memories of childhood... Growing old is becoming tender in the heart..

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Growing older..

A small child’s biggest dream.

The funny games..

The chase of mother..

The Hug of father..

Sweetest memories..

 

Morning Sun’s warm welcome..

Cow’s hearty wishes of Happy Morning..

Tree’s gorgeous command to dance with it..

Silent road’s sweet sense of peace in the heart..

 

I grew with these Wonderful Nobel Prizes..

Happy bath with sun’s giggling face to see me,

my puppy’s cute voice to play with it..

What a man wants rather than this nature??

 

A demon came in the form

of fairy to ruin this happiness

that is, in the form of school ..

But no either way.

Initially, it was awesome..

Carrying a small bag with hot packed

lunch, traversing in the bus with many new faces..

Inbuilt with same energy..

Different vision..

Diverse dreams..

 

As days passed, the fairy’s

outer skin started tearing..

Became vigorous..

It had sub �" demons like

home-work, tests,

ranks, grades ..

Oh, God, how can a five year old baby

tackle??

 

Then slowly, it became a cup of tea..

Usual works, usual scolding..

Days rolled off like a roller coaster..

My life whispered to shift to teen..

 

Butterflies started flying.. wherever I see..

 whatever I see.. whomever I see..

All were beautiful.. Then a beautiful

angel passed in my way..

 

Had I become that old ??

Can my back hold such a huge

Responsibility ??

Mind asks repeatedly . ! . !

But heart’s head turned

to her side..

Gradually, Heart pulled mind to

it’s side.. Mind lend it’s

ears.. Heart it’s eyes..

A cold war started and treaty

was signed to surrender Me!!..


Years rolled by.. Now, too the same

feel prevails.. Ears whisper that

you're young man still.. Eyes opened..

Head turned towards the source of sound..

 There......

My grandson portrayed,

Come on, My old man.. Catch me..

I stood up gently with

my angel holding my right hand ..

Then, both uttered with a cute

smile..

We are still kids, Coming to latch you soon

my little boy..

 

 

 

 

© 2015 Kousika


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I loved this. So thoughtfully beautiful.
Poetry Perfection!!!!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Kousika

9 Years Ago

Thanks for your good comments... :)))
The poem is perfect. You took the reader on a perfect journey to a very good ending.
"We are still kids, Coming to latch you soon
my little boy.."
I agree with the words. My grandchildren show me still. I can know the feeling of laughter and fun. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote



Posted 9 Years Ago


Kousika

9 Years Ago

Ha ha.. Thanks for reviewing all my poem sir.. Feeling excited and happy..
Coyote Poetry

9 Years Ago

I enjoyed your poetry. Gave me positive motivation to keep writing.
Kousika

9 Years Ago

:))) i am more motivated to write more bro.. Thanks..
Your suggestions are welcomed.. :))

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Kousika
Kousika

Tamil Nadu, India



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