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Youth and old age

Once I was

Colorful and bright

With petals soft as silk

The contours well-defined

Sought by butterflies and the bees

Supple, I swayed in the breeze.

Time has dulled my sunshine yellow

Fluffy white adorns my head

The wind rustles as it blows

Parts of me float away

My body is now stiff

Waiting for the final crunch

To happily merge

With the soil from whence I rose…

– Shail Mohan (Dec 2011)