Best Oldage Poems

A cry sounded in her womb
no one did listen but her mother only
may be due to her helplessness
to save the family and society
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In new world’s oldest corridors
faded yesterdays blackened blockages
Illness and oldage taught virtue or not
wisdom lies on golden shores
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Evening,
The shades are already visible,
The clouds gathering,
A storm,
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Tiger in trouble
Poaching infighting
Accident oldage -
Reasons.
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You mean a lot of things
You mean a world of dreams,
You are the soul in me
This is what you mean to me......
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Since I love you
I do not bear ill will,
But you bear ill will
Against me as you
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Deluded not
You the super creature
Go not after matter.
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Is love virtue?
I know not
The truth.
But I say
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I am struggling to get
What I am entitled to.
Some rice, some fruits,
Some clothes and a roof.
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My heart
I pen
as my ink bleeds
when my life seeds
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LOve is affection
when your mum harbours it,
Love is Romance
when your date lusts after it,
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Haiku

Playing the snow-fight
Walking on snow in Siachen
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Haiku

Verdant in the spring
After rising from the dead
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The three around the fire sitting,
Gossiping of Life and its doings,
Reached a point thought provoking,
Of their journey and life prevailing. [1]
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When oldage calls: I must dance the tune of time
When oldage calls: my sight becomes dim as night
When oldage calls: my strength is pale before a flight
I wonder then, why i never prepared a third leg
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Being in Paris for over
Thirty years, he taught
French to younsters
At sixty five, reminscing
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Old is gold, perhaps better
Than gold, gems, diamonds,
The wisdom got cannot be beaten,
Mostly free from sensualties,
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he was a clever one,
Marrying a woman
Of great beauty with achild,
Divorced or thrown out
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The quite and silent old age home,
Where live the old and gold.
They have seen the ups and downs of life.
They had their husbands or wife.
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Up till now, no one knows the Queen's age,
although yesternoon, we debated on the stage.
On Mondays the birds mock her,
but the mirror showed the beauty hidden down.
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Precocity empowers the journey of life.
A journey from childhood to oldage.
Learning to little bit learned.
Consistent grow of knowledge
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Our car, among the classics
Our things, became antique
We, turned into relics
And our friends, befit a clique
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jisse dekh ve bahut khush huye the,
khule aakash mein kuch talashti tarasti ye nighahein,
ussi ko dhoond rahe hain,
jo unhein vradhashram chod gaye,
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Frivolous students are out of fear,
We are in ease but the exams are near.

Out of our world there is a cage,
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Leave nuclear, stay clear
It's nuclear theme
Anytime disaster who can begin
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Since the day
I've born,
I disturb you
All the time.
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Maintain the link
You may go from
one stage to other
From childhood to adulthood
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A week has seven days
Good is one who goodness obeys.

Saturday is a day very good
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A race run once is never won,
But to take it often is the challenge,
What is life but just many runs,
The wise loosers never seek their revenge.
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Oldage is the second phase of childhood.Many often forget this because they fail to think about the feelings of those old people! What do these people feel-
when their children, whom they nurtured, hurt them with words and deeds later; when they are being looked upon as a burden by their own kids! This modern people feels ashamed to look after them, and they finally dropp their old parents in oldage homes...Thats the worst of all pains! ! ! And here I am jotting down the feelings of a Mother, who feels sad about herself, seeing her son, about her old age! And here it is...
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orphaned night sky
two fireflies wakes up
i cross you
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He was a vigourous
Executive of rare calibre
Working over forty years,
Winning many rewards
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Pilgrimage is a journey to dities

Of oldage, who have forgotten
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It's fragrance peircing the nostrils,
It swayed to the tune fo wind,
In slow motion, wishing
It will not be plucked
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All are hot by the arrows
Of Cupid sometime or other,
Feeling its touches in the mind
Of soft love so much inborn
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We get all sorts fo opinions,
Opinion on how to talk,
Opinion on how to write,
Opinion on what to eat,
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She staggered on,
With the frivelled skin,
Old legs harly supporting
Her weight, looking
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He was in a hurry,
All the time, in life,
To grow up as a child,
As a teenager,
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Youth lost,

Hope simmering
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A city very new
for her great nephew
but older than her
in age and history
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