Mr Eleven
A Aniruddha Pathak
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When asked how old I am,
A new question from that did stem:
But old I never grow at all,
How can me old one ever call?
At any time under this sun,
Never was I more than eleven!
As an octogenarian
Seven times I've crossed eleven.
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Reflections | 21.01.2020 |
Topic: age, old, youth
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