With heady scent of a ripening bod
When hard she learns loud giggling to hide,
A girl seems to shed raw romance of bud,
And begins to dream being a young bride.
She has by now as oft laughed as has cried,
But her tears soon begin to get dried,
Thirties, she learns to levitate, and ride
On air; soon as she puts premium to pride.
Forties, she gets into a galloping stride,
Well atop is her professional pride,
But by fifties, life is bereft of cause,
When comes a robber robed as menopause.
But by sixties, a bona fide’ guide,
She’s good friend and philosopher beside!
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-Sonnets | 10.08.07 |
Aniruddha Pathak
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