My Age Past

That summer was so fanatic Lane the strokes all around In that futile waves a stoop arise Holy sprout from some side All wonder on that approach But whisper claim its charm As days passed there widen logs Stretched the cramp to its side Long years pass in hue All the way blossom strewn But the old sprout shed its time As that tree stretched itself to thee My grey hair is the fathom of my time These wrinkles pedigree my charm In that longitude I thought a ramp There my thoughts jumble just for awhile Here in this loneliness I am so aged I was just a sprout of thee My time passed and shrinks But the sprouts are there in ground That tree amazes us when loom Widen clouts are apparent Blossom and fall a part of life But the mighty sprout the next! ! ! ! ©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.