An Old Age .. Kr. Chamling

 

An old age, the true confession
to childhood and the One-  the truth
of lines, crowfeet across the face,
indelible that speaks time’s weather image

Of age umbrage as eyes deep, dim,
blur under the sagging eyelash
Focussing on places: those floras, faunas,
hills... landscapes take snapshots

Packed inside the heart keeping
its endowment, and their
beautiful names, people, love, and history
in mind, in the cold winter evening,

Sitting in squatting on a knee-high,
rural yard-wall, turning the heavy body
toward, that continuously watching  
the pale, yellow setting westward grey sun...
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From: The land of Gautama Buddha & Mt. Everest, the
Republic of Nepal
04 September 2021