oh dear wise old man!
you have seen the life
from its creation
to perception
watched it grow
the sun, moon and the stars
planets, and the endless universe
you have stories to tell
of earth, water, fire, and air,
trees, animals and sapiens
living together
killing each other
of religions followed
languages spoken
God’s names
praised and blamed
of the dreams
from father to son
man and wife
born and dead
oh wise old man!
you have seen the world!
can you solve my plight?
why we live? and why we die?
the old man says
i have stories to tell
though i am great
have no answers to death
why you live? why you die?
were you created, just to survive?
i have no answers
let me die!
oh! old man!
don’t say that!
you are the elixir
of our life!
you need to travel quite some far
beyond the planet
beyond the skies
maybe there is
a surprise!
oh dear poet! you are right!
not so old i guess am i
let us explore till we die
young and happy,
singing “life looks so bright!”
—-the poet dies and the old man sings….—–
i have seen the ravages of time
poets come and poets die
in between, build a maya to survive
questions answered, or questions unanswered,
on earth, life just goes by…
(i wish this was not a pessimistic ending; i just wanted to reach my first 50-line mark 
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