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After Sixty................
You learnt
Something or a lot
For sixty years or more
Keeping your nose
To the grindstone
It’s time to halt
Come on! Throw away
Those grammar books
Discard those language lessons
Try something akin
To your hunching spine
Help fellow humans
Or chant the names
Of the Divine
Of what use, is stock pile
When it is not for consume
Of what use is knowledge
When it cannot blossom
Into true wisdom
Look at the twilight welkin
The milk is getting sour
Add some butter milk
You can savor
Sweet curd tomorrow
poem
by
Sathya Narayana
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