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Old Age

This day dwells in darkness, doubting itself,
And when night falls no one notices –
Not the black dog sleeping in the alley,
His twitching feet running in dreams;
Not the languid lovers behind striped curtains,
Mistaking the other’s limbs for their own;
Not even the bright-bloused lilies,
Their thin necks straining upward,
Like shorts-clad tourists in the town.


This day, weary of countless demands,
Full of encumbrances,
Has worn you to the edge of life.
While no one was watching, you dwindled away.
Your languor, listless like the days,
Your curtained eyes unfocused.
Like the evening dreading the sunset
You linger and gasp,
Bending down towards the night of mourning