Feelings in old age, a bold appeal

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Kiss me on my wrinkled forehead, with the same passion that you used to

Kiss me on my cheeks, though they are no longer pinkish

Kiss me on my whithering lips, as they no longer quiver but shiver

Hug me tight, though my fragile frame, can no longer offer mischievous resistance

Lift me into air, you can surely do it without much effort

Hold my hands, they exhibit the same warmth, as before

Sing me a song, may be a bit loud, my failing ears can hear and respond

Take me on a walk ,not as before on to an unexplored path

Lend your hand, slow your steps in tandem with mine

Look into my eyes with an extra effort, this time they are a bit deep

But I promise ,you can read the same messages of love

Oh! Dear hold me tight in your embrace,where I can feel your never failing warmth

Let me rest my head in your lap, look into the moonlit skies

Allow me to glance at the shooting stars, reaching their horizon

By Saiprakash Kuntamukkala