Ageing (Poem)
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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.
Please