White Hair

Though I am not aged too much yet I feel I should not have revealed my age In my own family in my won house I get the sense that I am overlooked and ignored Just on the other day My only daughter was discussing something I thought it was very important As it was on the matter of our family So I added my points clearly But it seemed that she did not hear me well; Once there was a time when I was the epicentre of attention Around me I moved the whole family And on the street I used to turn the heads of many Listen to say them that I am nothing less than handsome; Then things have been started to change From the day I revealed my birthday with the year After knowing my age my hairdresser Advised me not to bleach or colour my hair Slowly hairs become snow white And moustaches first turn pale then turn grey. I am not only overlooked and ignored I am left behind in markets and stores As if, I did not have any choice of my own My all knowledge turned Suddenly the knowledge of yesterday And the ways I talk become old fashioned And the views I hold seemed to them belong to Stone Age; Till date no one is unkind or cruel If they were, do you think I should care? Modern or post modern I think they are still immature Whatever attitude they hold for me It is their huge inexperience which I just need to ignore.