Saturday, 25 August 2018

OLD AGE HOME



Away from old home, age being melting gold,
Searching for service in a new home,
With all sides open and loving companion
Those I want at least for last lap of my journey,
I roam from place to place with wishes
And with eyes to feel cool in new establishment
Away from burnt quotes those are still spilling
Over mind, not even blanketed being staying
Outside of old periphery scarcely three years ago,
I want to have a shelter for pleasant sun,
To love and to live there with peace
And beautiful caring personnel in that home,
That I have dreamed to live for rest of life,
But I am not blessed with vision to be reality,
As every moment I arrive at a historical epitaph,
That makes new generations alert, life is short,
And life can’t be free from pain and anxiety,
Always it favors to breathe in smoke, mingled.

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