At The Twilight Of Life Poem by Puskar Sikdar

Why do you gaze into these weary, withered yellow eyes,
That bear no trace of peace within?
Only the weight of resentful hearts has poisoned them,
Yet I remained in a lonely corner, innocent and unseen.

Look, I have returned to the same doorstep once more,
My back now bent, my bones frail and sore.
Have you noticed? Even my teeth have bid me farewell,
And my own children now turn away, leaving me in despair.

I still remember that day, the joyful tears I shed,
When he playfully threw a coconut at me instead.
Though it hurt, he realized my pain,
And with his little hands, he wiped my tears again.

His slightest touch once filled me with delight,
Yet now, in old age, I have lost all my might—
Who can stop the course of life?
A wooden cane now guides my stride,
Leading me slowly through the winding countryside.
I turn back one last time, bidding farewell to my past,
As misfortune seals my fate, piercing my heart so fast.

Even now, I wish to throw this cane aside,
To run freely beneath the pouring midnight tide.
If only my soul could reclaim its youthful zest,
Yet this desire is lost within my aging chest.

For just a few more days, I linger on this land,
Caught between battles no one understands.
Perhaps I will fade, surrendering to time's demand—
Or,
You'll find me shattered, in the wreckage of fate's cruel hand.