Credit goes to this post for inspiring these lines... In fact this was written in the comment box of that post ....

Another year passeth by
We grow older: you and I

I am wisened
When words are penned

Saddened when
The Muse is spent

My frame - tis what your pen depicts
My mood - tis what your mind predicts

Each day this uncertain subsistence
Is a celebration of your kind indulgence

In your own words, asks 'my dependence'
If you ever empathise with my existence?


Saee said…
Wow! I read it thrice. :)
Very beautiful. :)
austere said…
Liked the wizened/ saddened lines there, the feel of it...

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