I wait
For you
To make
My day...
With your
Nice poems
Coming my way
Making me think
And feel in a nice
Way...
So do pen down
Whatever you have to
Say, as time is short -
However much we colour
Up life in whatever way,
When age catches up
With its shades of grey
Inviting death and paving
Its way, life will fade anyway
Without a say....
Here 'without a say' means 'not having a say' without being able to choose to live on, come what may....
