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Year : 2014  |  Volume : 19  |  Issue : 2  |  Page : 172

Song of the old


1 Department of Community Medicine, KVG Medical College, Sullia, Dakshina Kannada, Karnataka, India
2 Department of Anatomy, KVG Medical College, Sullia, Dakshina Kannada, Karnataka, India

Date of Web Publication11-Aug-2014

Correspondence Address:
Shruthi Bhat
Department of Anatomy, KVG Medical College, Sullia, Dakshina Kannada, Karnataka
India
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Source of Support: None, Conflict of Interest: None


DOI: 10.4103/0971-9903.138454

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Borker SA, Bhat S. Song of the old. J Mahatma Gandhi Inst Med Sci 2014;19:172

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Borker SA, Bhat S. Song of the old. J Mahatma Gandhi Inst Med Sci [serial online] 2014 [cited 2020 Jul 15];19:172. Available from: http://www.jmgims.co.in/text.asp?2014/19/2/172/138454

Give me some sunshine give me some ray,

Give me another chance I want to grow up once again.

Ask me some leading questions, since I can't remember.

Ask me with sign language, since I can't always hear,

Ask me with full affection, as I am very lonely,

Ask me with a smile on face, as I feel sad currently.

Missing symptoms and signs it's not any of my fault,

If I don't take your named tablet, please don't take a halt.

Relatives, friends, spouses, sons, daughters all don't care,

So I came to you; some feelings, we could always share.

Forgive when I say, 'what else you expect at this age'?

Speak slowly and clearly, but don't get out your rage.

Don't be fatigued, neither be worked up,

You are my only friend; I have that makes me thumbs up.

Insomnia, immobility, incontinence, impotence,

Infection, isolation, institutionalization,

Incoherence, impoverishment, inanition,

Intellectual impairment, no more I's in my lesson.

I spent my childhood with fun,

Adulthood with joy,

Now it's me and myself company; each of us enjoy.

Some friends of mine have left to heavenly abode,

Some have proved me wrong, by not getting any old.

I am different from others,

I am still growing up,

Let not age be the factor which makes me feel so cold.




 

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