Growing older is the shinning sun in the darkness but its spark cannot erase the absence of light <br /> <br />Growing older is the alluvion deposited by the flood of experience but its alluvium cannot protect the wash of sea against the shore <br /> <br />Growing older is the enfoldment of the past but its arms cannot stop embracing the future's arrival…. <br /> <br />Growing older is the dim eye sight but those eyes cannot stop espying the shriveled skin….. <br /> <br />Growing older is the child's spirit with the zest to learn again how to count numbers which cannot stop counting one's days <br /> <br />Growing older is a success for the top layer of the earth's surface never to give birth to anyone but always taking everyone into its womb. <br /> <br />Growing older is the whey which always feels proud to see its own curds reigning all over but cannot retreat from its watery part <br /> <br />Growing older is the nearness to God which could have been pleasant, if it would be possible to put off the time of departure <br /> <br />Growing older is a blurred birth certificate that only can take us to this world's perplexed journey but it cannot smear the letters of the epitaph <br />. <br />Growing older is an absolute amusement when the infancy is leaving apart longing to shun the ultimate maturity..<br /><br />Munia Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/growing-older-7/
