Old Age

Journey of life

Rewinds in front of me

like flashback of a movie

Different people and places,

a world of my own making

appear jumbled up.

Alas no spring, no day

will visit me after I die.
At the end of the tunnel

death awaits me.

There is nothing to look foward

I set many goals

Strived to achieve them.

Why then death became the end

Sarita Sharma