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Nov 2018
I complain shouldn't......

Complain I shouldn't about my hair turning grey n scanty
Oh they were dark brown, glossy with a bounce, at twenty.

I now mix up colours and shades in dim light.
Earlier, very powerful and keen was my sight.

Very powerful and keen was my sense of smell;
Today, though not perfect, it's quite well.

Taste I could, n proudly the ingredients, name.
Today, I still can differentiate but not in the way, same.

Tiredness, fatigue, pain, I knew not, what this was !
Strength from the body, waning gradually is; age is the cause.

Changes these, are part of aging; it's an ongoing process.
Accept this fact, with all my heart, I should; and complain less.

In this world, many, in a worse position than me are.
Thankful to Ahura be I should, for keeping me reasonablly healthy, so far.

Armin Dutia Motashaw
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