I AM OLD / Poem by Jagdish Prakash

Poem by Jagdish Prakash



I wrote this poem at twenty one
With G nib in blue black ink
In cursive hand with blobs of ink like doodles
Spread all over the page now frail and pale.
I chanced upon it
When rummaging through my scrap book
On a humid Sunday afternoon
Was I looking for it?
Here was this poem
My fingers running on faded words
When I am seventy seven
This poem
Makes a roll call
Of gone by years,
Nudges me and reminds
I am old!

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