At the fag end of my life
In my twilight zone
I sat under a tree
In the garden all alone
I looked back as far as
My mind’s eyes could see
The time I had spent
With abundant glee
But like some thorns with a rose
There were a few moments morose
Restrictions and discipline
Were a few uncomfortable woes
Then youth arrived like Spring
It wiped out from my face
The signs of earlier stings
A bit of frown and grimace
It had me all beguiled
With it’s magic for a while
Slowly the polish wore off
I saw through the screen of style
The tedious household chores
Depression hitting my core
Love flew out of the window
I was a prisoner behind closed doors
We learn to take in stride
Whatever comes in life
Our dreams spur us on
To deal with any strife
We mellowed down with age,
Come out of inhibition’s cage
I leaf through the book of days gone by
And pick only joyous page
At this juncture of life
I am losing one by one
Some friends, and some acquaintance
Also a few companions
These losses are the burden
I carry with a heavy heart
The pain is hidden inside me
The way I laugh is an art
I hope to reach my goal
My ultimate Eden garden
The music left in me, will be
The voice of heart’s vibration
~Sudha Dixit
Bangalore, India