Saturday, April 16, 2011

When we are young, wild and carefree,

Little do we think of what will be. . .

Maybe when we are each eighty or eighty-three!

In the beautiful and sing song journey of cocoon to butterfly

No one thinks of the times that fly

Once while on one such walk,

The walk of introspection I call it-

My eyes chanced upon a moment of frailty,

His was a gait of cautious steps,

Oh so careful, of a life bound together,

The little eyes, in a crinkled smile, spoke of the dream and all the fun. . . Of wishes unfulfilled and goals yet to achieve,

Of the forlorn saga of being branded old.

Why do we imagine the old always as old?

Haven’t they danced or run or been bold?

Why are Grannies always just so…

Let’s look into their eyes and let their story unfold.

For all those old, yet young at heart, we meet and then forget,

Lets remember the eternal song of young hearts and old minds..

And then let’s dance to the joy of such tunes, offbeat yet bold

Listen to their stories, without any goal,

Just the feeling of experiencing an age, of grey hairs and steps

That seem hard to control ..

Lets just once all of us be a bit old,

And feel their journey together and as a whole

© Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury

( Image courtesy Google)


SUB said...

great post again...super like:-)
One day we will all grow old...but somehow, when we are young, we forget it and fail to see the world through the eyes of the old people...

Rachit said...

an awesome way to let the people know the importance of showing respect and love towards our elders.

Nethra said...

That was beautiful but why do I feel like I have read it before...

Jingle Poetry said...

Glad to see you post, well done.

Invite you to share 1 to 3 poems with our poetry potluck today,
Random poems, poems unrelated to our theme are welcome!

Hope to see you in.
Bless your talent.

sajeevkmenon said...

a very touching poem:) a lesson for us to see beyond the fleeting, temporary exterior to the eternal spirit which is always young!

Nadira Cotticollan said...

It's kind of strange...As i grow older in years, I realise that it is much easier for an older person to recall what it was like to be young because , a part of us always remain trapped in the past..or may be a part of us never ages. I don't think it works the other way :-)