The Best Time Of Youth

How often we miss to see the truth That we have a birth Not to age but to endure like abiding nature And as we call her dear loving mother How can she be frugal in granting us this boon When we listen to her quietly like obedient children We doubt, we suspect and we regret Yet the truth can be twisted with no new concept For it is always there and for ever We need to know them with diligence and care We consider aging as natural as setting sun Rising and holding for a brief spell morn, noon and afternoon And then gone to reappear with a new morn So it is with our age as life's milestone But larger than life is stately presence and act That we could hardly comprehend and equal heaven's fate Yet clueless is not monastic life in the Himalayas Where monks endeavour to defy and deny the usual course With austerity, divinity and meditation Thus gaining years to age and age to span Besides we have the blessings of science Of biology born and brought up in nature's cradle, the soulful cadence Of which is often heard in lab gathering acorns of truth ray by ray That upon being environed by wise and pleasant things we could mould our clay An ounce more of antioxidants in diet And yoga, exercise and meditation together can act Miracles in stressing out and reversing the biological marks Of aging and removing toxins and overwriting genes As protozoa, hydra and microorganism And other species keep up metabolism Why can't we being the part of nature As science says biological potential is 130 year Thus the best time of youth is when we reach the age of seventy Where I see buds blossoming into flowers of celestial beauty For we don't die of age We do die of disease As God has sent us with this body that decays Yet shines with every diet, every yoga, every exercise and every breeze