Monday, December 17, 2007

When I get old

When I age one day,
Will you be my walking stick?
And find my glasses too?

When I age one day,
Will you still love me the same,
And plant the same kiss?

When I age one day?
Will you still hold my hand and
Still praise my wrinkled face?

When I age one day,
Will you still be my alarm clock
And fight the same fights?

When I age one day,
Will you still sleep with my snores?
And wake up with me at morn?

-Gauri Gharpure

3 comments:

stephan said...

hmm yeah this nice
imaginative and nice

10/10

The Tentacles of Thought said...

Whn you age one day will you still blog?
Btw....are we gonna be treated with poetry in this blog....??....it will be very nice then...and where can i find u more often,here or at life rulz?
Just one more thing ...what is it with that picture drawn with pencil??

Gauri Gharpure said...

Thanks Stephen, and Thought...

Stephen- I will always remember u as the first person to write me a comment on this blog :)

Thought, I have always loved writing poems, and to describe anything in the shortest possible way is very tough. So I think this blog is goin to keep me occupied in near future..

Btw, wht abt the other short posts? any views?