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Age Valley

maturity cometh not from age,
not even thy rage.

it be only attained through numerous ordeals,
also from thou sufferings which your soul fails to deal.

even this knowledge was attained by me,
when i was left on my own and was with nobody.

today i am seventy years old,
oh, my father, all the things that you told,
have always proved to be true,
but today i am older than you.

you never reached seventy,
and thus, i don’t posses the knowledge,
of how things shall be looked at.
but somewhere in my mind,
have i formed my own ways to look at things.

what frightens me is that now, i may know more about life than you,
i may now know about somethings that you never experienced.

however being bold in this belief of mine,
i realised that you still know something more than i.

i thought that i had experienced everything that you did and didn’t,
but then i realised i do not know how it is like to experience,
the cold clutching hands of death.


and i was moved to be still for a long time.


By: Shaon Bandopadhyay 
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