When I Come Of Age

By Kritika Pande

When i come of age

And have all there was to have

And when i have a home

I can call my own

And money

To take care of my needs

And when my sight would worsen

And bones start to creak

I would wish to see sunsets everyday

Behind a green scape while having tea

Would i be alone then or be with somebody

Who will appreciate beauty in things

The way i will conceive

Who will take me places

With all his conversations

And make me feel loved

Even without saying.

By Kritika Pande