Mr Eleven Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Mr Eleven
Rating: ★5.0
When asked how old I am,
A new question from that did stem:
But old I never grow at all,
How can me old one ever call?
At any time under this sun,
Never was I more than eleven!
As an octogenarian
Seven times I've crossed eleven.
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Reflections | 21.01.2020 |
Topic: age, old, youth
Wednesday, January 29, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: age,old,youth
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Scientists say that in about eleven years almost all the atoms in the body change (in all the cells, in all the limbs and organs) . Our body is truly ageless, and mind timeless, but….
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8/18/2025 8:39:08 PM # 1.0.0
Very well said, Sir. Great thought. A lovely write so cleverly written. Informative too. Loved it.
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