I’m old

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When the sun of my life would fade away
wonder how would I see that horrible day
when there ’ll be only darkness
when life will be only emptiness
how will I look when I’ll become old
so many times were I told
but I never believed
till this day that I truly conceive
the reality that youth only was a dream
and the veracity of life is just about to reveal
how my beauty, those soft cheeks, those shiny eyes
will all rumple and turn gray
how would I live then
when I’ll be told that I’m old
how would I dream then
when I’ll be told that nothing’s left to dream
how would I pass my loneliness then
when I’ll have a storm of things to say
but everybody just leaving me away
saying that he’s old

In the days of youth
was I a sparrow
flew from one tree to another
singing songs of nature
painted I the world in my own texture
how will I cope when I’ll not be able to fly
not be able to fly in the spring breeze
when everything will begin to cease
and I’ll truly conceive
the reality that youth only was a dream
and the truth of life just about to reveal
how I will lay down with my hands empty
being be-fooled all the life by beauty’s deity
just lying down
having no reason to frown
waiting for the least thought reality “my death”
how would I live then
when I’ll be told that I’m old
how would I pass my loneliness then
when I’ll have so much to share
but no one to care
everybody turning away
saying “oh,he’s old”

Written by Muhammad Wasif Haq (2004)
Islamabad, Pakistan
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