That summer was so fanatic <br />Lane the strokes all around <br />In that futile waves a stoop arise <br />Holy sprout from some side <br /> <br />All wonder on that approach <br />But whisper claim its charm <br />As days passed there widen logs <br />Stretched the cramp to its side <br /> <br />Long years pass in hue <br />All the way blossom strewn <br />But the old sprout shed its time <br />As that tree stretched itself to thee <br /> <br />My grey hair is the fathom of my time <br />These wrinkles pedigree my charm <br />In that longitude I thought a ramp <br />There my thoughts jumble just for awhile <br /> <br />Here in this loneliness I am so aged <br />I was just a sprout of thee <br />My time passed and shrinks <br />But the sprouts are there in ground <br /> <br />That tree amazes us when loom <br />Widen clouts are apparent <br />Blossom and fall a part of life <br />But the mighty sprout the next! ! ! ! <br /> <br />©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.<br /><br />SALINI NAIR<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-age-past/
