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Sixtysixish

66-66-66

Green certainly not the colour

Grey would've been appropriate

Sixty-six looking hazily wearily

Worn-down body,aches,pains

Grandchildren wish to play ball

I prefer to tell them stories

Sitting on my old easy-chair

 Doze, falter with story's thread

" It is Rakhosh not Rakhhoshi"

Yells my grandson

Waking me from sweet escape

 The opaque wall is transparent

I can see the light on the other side

But must wait patiently

Bear the rust of my old machine

Till the green flag is shown