I had seen the fear of old,
His every tears was bright and bold.
He wAs fearing of a man who comes,
Man was not aged butt young ones.
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A refined poetic imagination, Shipra singh. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
His luminiousness was going to decline, But his eyes was full of kin.. very expressive of the pain of the Old ones who lived for you and pointing to the indifference in the young ones. very fine poem. thank u dear poetess. tony