A blogger friend Umashankar Pandey, penned such beautiful words about the exuberance of youth and wisdom of the old, that I simply had to share his poetic rendering - ..the gushing rays of youth at dawn fanning out to shine on an eager world make it hard to think of the light of setting suns. Perhaps, while the sun blooms, the world is yours to be conquered, courtships yours to be waltzed, love yours to be won, and lust yours to be requited. And not until the smog of the day leaves a quote of grey on the forehead, you will know the light of evening is as mellow and diffused as the daybreak, the blush of the delta as graceful as the rush of a mountain stream, the kiss of a draught as intoxicating as the hiss of the hurricane. Because for better or worse, you may have learnt the smallness of treacheries, of pettiness of human miseries, unexplored, untasted as yet.
Posted on: Mon, 25 Aug 2014 06:13:45 +0000