Ageing (Poem)

Poem left behind by my grandfather,

Never thought ageing would be more gritty than death,

I have started feeling when will this breath stops in deathbed,

Friends, family, relatives everybody has started to manipulate me,

I have tried to shrink my feelings but tears instantaneously overflow in cheeks,

Can’t wear good dress, can’t eat tasty food,

No one gives a look not even a non-living wood,

Children grew and settled and have started commanding don’t and do,

Dear ones have started pinching with harsh words where shall I go,

Hands and feet has stopped functioning, 

Can you smile and talk to me sweetly even for my tranquility,

I had never wished but ageing is a part of life,

I am waiting for death to dive, a death to dive.