My mirror tries to convince me that I’m old.
Yet I have a fresh face I’m told.
So these furrows in this body I behold, as
I recognize skin-deep beauty does not rebirth.
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I’ll never be older than the goddess of art I’ll never be older than the goddess of art I’ll never be older than the goddess of art I’ll never be older than the goddess of art Indians worship God with pronouncing some Mantras to make their meditation deep and to purify themselves and to praise god and.......so on...... Your quoted line perhaps like a 'mantra' by which we can keep ourself ageless by the light of art. Regards, 10++ pranab
I like the epiphanies you reveal in the process of writing about aging. The title is very clever. This is not a shallow poem; it is one of the deeper ones that I've ever read.
this is a very nice poem....i love the wisdom you put in you poems...i liked it so much i showed it to my mother and she liked it aswell and she said that she'd give it 1000000000000000/10 if it was possible.... :)
Hon’ble Poet Ma’am you mostly put me in your golden retrievable nostalgia immixed richly with present-time contemplation…really riches as beckon light when I’ll be like you… ‘Waste no time on younger years/For the past archives them.’ Here I quote a Vedic mantra Charivati… Charivati… Charivati… ’March’… ’March’ ’March’ [Forward’]… Well I don’t believe in rebirth …a question curiously comes to me: ‘perhaps you’re an Indian in previous birth’ 10//10++ Ms. Nivedita UK