In the pupil
of your eyes
Reflected
are my images
It’s not a
mistaken belief
Rather a
truth
If you
really dare
Stare me for
the life ever
Dreams I
awoke from,
Profound slumber
Reality
bitter made me humbler
Let it be my
days passing through
Old in body
gay in spirit
Flowering
withering yielding place
To new
generation
“Grandpa,
are you awake?”
Issac
Mukhia, Rhenock
[Retd. AD,
HRDD]
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