Aged Wine

Poetry

Summi Sinha
The Lark
2 min readDec 2, 2023

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Photo by Edward Cisneros on Unsplash

We women grow beautiful as we age,
few contenders though,
encircled by a halo, an aura, a sage
standing out without a badge.
The final evolution of us on the stage arrives
welcoming our new self;
a red carpet welcome and claps for ourself!

Inside us , gems of the universe,
wisdom of this earth,
an aged wine, vintage
soaked in oak barrel for ages now
she has an awesome flavour,
cherished by few collectors though,
priceless without a bar code;
a maple tree oozing the sap of life!

From a tender girl
to getting old, a vicious terrane
many a time on the cornice,
about to slip into the steep life
stuck at a crossroads many times,
finally home,
lubricated with her fall,
smoothening her ways
a queen royal,
beautiful, lovely, and elegant!

She had fought her wars,
and few can break her maze,
pickled and jellied by men
she had all, the pamper and the fall;
she has withstood the test of time
things don’t lure her at all!

No reason, no chime, no rhyme
she flowed the river, not native to her town
made it her home,
contoured and trimmed to please others;
a torn face
she has travelled miles;
until she made an alehouse her own,
where she can be herself,
whispering to the uncaring walls;
without criticism or acclaim,
she finally sang her song
haunting lullabies in her ears
finally left her hind!

Sucked into the vortex of everyone’s being
she has seen it all.
The Golden stair; the top of the pyramid
and the great fall!
A score of revelations of her life,
a first-person encounter.
Beauty is not skin deep, flawless skin no more in her tote bag
salt and pepper don’t bother her now
she carries them like a crown!

Perfection, and ambition no more
on her bucket list,
‘in the moment’, is her new theme,
drama does not perplex her
plans she has abandoned.
A vagabond travelling this space
she now, knows it’s her journey; not a race
reaching milestones, no longer her aim
you always travel alone; flocks left behind in the evening of life
playing a multitude of roles,
she has a knack for being cool
rearing and bearing a child,
a metamorphosis
that made her a beautiful butterfly!

A hardened diamond,
who has seen evolutions!
Power tattooed her arms.
Don’t you wrestle with her emotions.
A limited edition,
she is sublime now!

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Summi Sinha
The Lark

Writing is a passion for me and especially poetry, have already published two books , My Pink bougainvilleas and Wren blooms, read them and love them!