At Sixty Poem by Saroj Padhi

Life begins at sixty, some say
for they believe
second innings would be more exciting,
but isn't it a fact
that life at this stage
is a poor mortgage to medicines,
mercy of kins,
savings, luck, love of grand children
and shallow sufferings?
Every breath is a tough battle
in a world of petty things
where the good spirit is left behind
to rot in narrow social rings;
lift me lord out of the ghetto
of greed, empty grief
and chain of loveless flings!
...
At the end of the dark tunnel
I can see a ray of light now
casting rainbow of hues
across Time, lightening the body,
wiping out all blues,
raising hope of a light flight
and promises of ripe delight!