The Valley of Seventies

Col Shiv Om Rana

I enter the valley of seventies.
Beautiful swirling nimbus cloud
grey and silver at the far end
making an artists brush go around.

The valley spread far and wide,
with colourful flowers and clear stream
flowing beside the pathway,
snowy peaks and fresh water lake below.

I walk with creaky knees,
to cross the valley of long years
to reach another valley of
enchanting beauty which few experience.

I sink in the joy of the landscape
with caution and swivet then
dementia, alzheimer and parkinson
stare at me with intent.

But I still will wander uninhibited
through the turns and curve, humming,
Main zindagi ka saath nibhata chala gaya[1]
to seduction awaiting in another valley.

I will negotiate every turn and curve
to find another pulchritude awaiting,
With bewitching charm
of another gorge to be seen.

I look back and smile.
What a wonderful journey it has been.
Friends I made, company they gave.
All had been wow moments.

Walk alone or walk with companion,
walk I must with smile coz,
I have entered the valley of seventy
with hope and contemplation.

[1] Translation : I cruise along giving company to my life (An old Hindi song of Bollywod cinema)

About Shiv Rana

Retirement life is series of transition: from Olive Green to civvies, being woken up a buddy to fetching morning milk from the milk booth. And now trying to adjust with new-normal due to pandemic - CORONA.
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