" I have suddenly turned a-grey
The dark clouds turned to silver spray
Time did not give me time to count
She gave herself unasked an account
Of change to be paid on the spot ;
No dithering, an injunction hot ;
No further appeal : you smile, I think
If I say that my passions, not a wink
Have downed, though age did steal a bit
My buoyant mirth and nimble wit ;
Time's drift we know not : a rift
Thin as a thread will turn so swift
A wider chasm to shake our dreams
A gushing stream that will not scream
No use, we have to pay, no other way
No use to whine, or weep, but to obey ;
Our debts with her should be paid off
We can't deceive, rebel or scoff ;
Whether you bite your wedding cake
Or wrap yourself in mourning make ;
The scum of youth will fly before your gaze:
To touch the dregs of precipitant age ;
We are trapped birds of time, you know
No use of flirting ; this world, a changing show.
11th September, 2016 Somaseshu Gutala
enjoyed reading it appa. So true ..no use to whine, or weep, but to obey.
ReplyDeleteso ..who is this young woman you are referring to ;) ?
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