AGE SPARES NONE

A bamboo shoot I was, towering, upright n straight.

Now a creeper I have become, pitiful is my state !

Support I need to even sit up, stand or walk.

Bones in old age brittle become, like chalk.

Brisk was my walk; stumble n fumble I today.

Orifices weak become, know we all; not much to say !

A face radiant with a luring smile, now many wrinkles has

That slim lithe body is now filled with water n gas.

We drastically change; time and  age spare none.

If climb I do two storeys; a marathon I have won.

Sad it is, from a lush green bamboo awesome;

to a withering creeper, seeking support, become.

Armin Dutia Motashaw