Old Age
I never knew till I reached my old age
that so much joy and happiness were in store for me
N ow I know that I used to carry useless boulders
on my shoulders and mistook them for priceless treasure
On the road the dacoits robbed me of most of my belongings
Thanks to the capitalist world that breeds inequality
Thanks to Fortune that is the gigolo of the rich and powerful
Now the
load of ego and pride have alighted from my head
Light and happy now I cand bend my head before everyone
Now I can kneel before everything with awe and reverence
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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