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Surely I may be growing older,
but I still rise with the Sun,
Mortality keeps whispering,
“Oh! You have just begun”
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The fire of the yore within,
still flickers as a cinder bright,
A desire to be naughty again,
A treasured sparking delight
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Adage says, age is just a number,
Certainly not a carrier of fate,
It’s a passion, a catalyst for sure
Making the life eternally great
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Curiosity, a critical key, that it’s,
Unlocks the treasure, each day,
A chance to laugh & gladly dance
Making merry to seize the way
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Fear of time, a perennial thief,
that steals the fun and delight,
I’ll never succumb to such thefts
And be a prisoner, of fading light
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Every moment is God’s unique gift,
A chance to make merry and alive
To march forward with endless joy,
to be jubilant, where hearts thrive
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So let the years keep accumulating
Like piles & piles of autumn leaves,
I’m not destined be bound by time,
Be it a calamity or fleeting breeze
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Be it a hailstorm or catastrophe big
The flame continues to burn bright,
My heart will remain defiant for ever
Ever illumining the darkest of night!
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~Pravin Raghuvanshi
© Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM
06 February 2025
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