Immortal Identity

a poem by Kamar Sultana Sheik

What brings with it, Old Age?
Dim eyes staring from a wrinkled visage;
A wobble in the leg, a tremble of the hand
Hard of ear, slow to understand?

An easy tear, a brittle voice
Than saggy shoulders, no better choice;
Worry on the mind, trouble in the heart,
Tired of the World, of playing the Part???

What brings with it, Old Age?
Enlightened eyes in a wise visage;
A rightful step, a generous hand
A compassionate Ear, the Power to withstand!!!

A knowing smile, an affectionate pat
A witty joke and advice with that!!!
A soft spoken word, of comfort;
One balmy Blessing, when someone’s hurt!!!

Mellowed feeling, a soothing voice!
Not with vibrant vigor filled, but with patient poise!!!
Peace of Mind, a Holy heart;
In Higher Worlds, ready to play the Part!!

A gentle laugh, a loving chide,
A steady Spirit, tested and tried!
Thoughtful kindness, humble pride
Truth within, Truth outside!!!

Lesser than Youth, but greater still;
Not obstinate wilfulness, but Strength of Will:
Fast-fading Beauty, young age brings;
Of Immortal Beauty, Old age sings!!

The bones that were born to decay,
What matter if they get old and gray???
The Spirit, if its Eternal Youth can retain-
Why fear, shall It not be Born again and again???