Debt of love


Wrinkles on her face was the

lines that came through her tough times

the weary eyes were the ones that had seen thousands of dreams become true and shattered

the strong hands that could still hold the walking stick had helped many to walk around

the silver hair is the once which came along as the wisdom grew with age

the weary legs had walked miles to fulfill many dreams

yet the eyes now has a long wait

a long pause that is undefined

the heat yearning for attentions

the hands eagerly waiting to hold a hand to walk

the lips waiting to open up and speak

the eyes are always focussed on the roads that led to the window

the old eyes sat there waiting for the sunshine to appear

the sunshine she waited for years to come ever since she came there

the love and the warmth she is longing for

the care the old ones gave when their children were young

it was the time to let them repay their debt

the debt of love

the debt that no money can repay ever

the old hands were abandoned, yet they never cursed the young ones

their blessings showered all along

yet the young ones never realized the power of their love

the lost love, that never came to existence for them.

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