Poem – ‘The Golden Age’: Kanwarinder

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Vol. 2, Issue 1

THE GOLDEN AGE

By KANWARINDER SINGH RANA

AGE is a CLOCK and LIFE is a MAZE.

WATER & MUD have a LIVE-IN relation,

Just as the NIGHTS with the DAYZ.

 

Born as INFANTS, Use to drink MILK and PISS in my PAINTS.

CUDDLE next to my MAMA’s breast, FEARLESS when in DAD’s arms,

Cried for a while then lil rest, like a SWEET kiddo always CALM.

WAS THAT A GOLDEN AGE???

 

Being a TODDLER kept everyone on their TOES,

Glass, metal, open doors were my FOES.

WORDS were new and charged with ENERGY,

An APPLE of everybody’s EYE formed my own CLERGY.

WAS THAT A GOLDEN AGE???

 

RHYMES & FAIRY TALES took me to another WORLD,

Twinkle Twinkle lil stars OR Humpty Dumpty never forgotten even a single WORD.

SMART wonders use to ROAR like THUNDERS, SWEET chirping of the lil BIRDS,

Use to move together while making a HERD.

WAS THAT THE GOLDEN AGE???

 

Age of PUBERTY brought some XCITEMENT,Felt new changes and did many XPERIMENT.

Voice becam HUSKY,Dreams became LUSTY,many liked TALL,few liked BUSTY.

Forgot the HISTORY, CHEMISTRY was a MYSTERY.

Rectangle – Triangle tried every ANGLE,BIOLOGY never truned out to be +ve IDEOLOGY.

WAS THAT THE GOLDEN AGE???

 

Copy in the back of the JEAN & borrowed pen was a part of daily LIFE,

College was FAR therefore DAD bought a new BIKE.

STUDIED hard brought FAMILY a good NAME,

Did a FUCKUP got hurt in the dirty GAME.

Was TAUGHT,”Good & Bad goes side by side”,

But to achieve SUCCESS u don’t need a DEGREE but a VISION that TOO WIDE.

WAS THAT THE GOLDEN AGE???

 

JOB plays and important ROLE,Helps FULFILL the LIFE’s GOAL.

HANDSOME salary & HEART THROBBING life partner is everybody’s DREAM,

And only a FOOL will miss this mouth watering CAKE with lots of CREAM.

OPPOSITE partner is always addressed as BETTER half & often leaves behind a SPECIAL MARK,

XCEPTIONAL cases are always there,SOME gets to BEND from a STRAIGHT line to a PERFECT ARC.

SHOULD THAT B COUNTED AS GOLDEN AGE!!!

 

A TIME will come when the LIGHT will be dimmed from this STAR,

And NECTAR will all be gone from this FLOWER.

FATE is WRITTEN & STAGE will be SET,

Have to finish the JOURNEY with watever is LFET.

LEAVING all the GRUDGES and CARRYING no RAGE,

I WONDER if that could be THE GOLDEN AGE.

 

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