A walk of life
02
Dec
Words will fail when age talks to me,
A stoop that burdens, not me but my mind;
Is it the path, or the future itself that I can’t see,
Know not, where i walk to, know not what I leave behind…
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23 Feb 08 12:32 am
It this all that old age brings?
23 Feb 08 8:47 am
paavam, avare bayangara kaduppula irukkaru, idhula nee vera ‘rubbings-in’ aa?
In the stoop of the back
your story you shall tell
in the walk, in the slack
of how you lived well.