Small joys,
many tears,
golden days,
silver hair.

 

Failing health,
harassed fate,
bracing air,
pinch of glow.

 

Dying fall,
empty hours
filling time
with a hope.

 

Meandering lanes,
on purpose lost,
chances left
to pass and go.

 

Berthing birth,
in fatal zones,
from end to start,
this is life.
Do or die,
It is your own!

 

 

Alibaug
1999

Geeta Chhabra