Old age .

It hurts when someone says to a old person that you are old
When people turn adult they call them aunty and uncle .

Why do we need to feel bad when we are old to be called as old.

I don't feel sad but I know few people do hurt. Then I started saying never to say aunty uncle I just say didi to any age old and bhaiyya .

Here is your poem, gently shaped and polished while keeping your emotions and story intact:

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**How Long, Yearned…**

How long have we yearned,
Across the same ticking time,
Walking parallel roads
That never seemed to meet?

When you were born,
I was already there�"
Waiting to play marbles with you,
Tiny hands full of laughter and dust.

When you held your father’s hand
And wandered through the whispering woods,
I was ready�"
Ready to lift you into my arms,
To carry you above the trees.

When you watched Mowgli on the glowing screen,
Dreaming of jungles and wild freedom,
I had already closed my college books,
Folding away my youth into memories.

When you stood in the university library,
Balancing dreams and part-time work,
I too was awake in that same time zone,
Finishing my thesis�"
So close in hours,
Yet so far in fate.

When you stepped into your first job,
I joined the very same office,
Just to see you�"
For the first time,
As if destiny had finally whispered our names.

And when you rose to become CEO,
I was still there,
In the same time,
In the same world�"
But never in your arms.

Not once did I gather the courage
To speak my heart,
To stand before you with trembling hope.
And you�"
Perhaps you too held silent words
That never found the air.

Now I stand behind barricades,
Under the cold watch of soldiers and gates.
You cannot sneak in.
I cannot cross over.
Only our eyes travel freely�"
Meeting in the distance,
Touching where hands cannot.

Even the wind feels jealous of us,
Brushing against our skin,
Hurting us with its reminder
Of what could have been.

I cannot bear this distance anymore.
So I lift my veil�"
From Abhaya,
I reveal my love to you,
Unhidden, unafraid.

Come…
Let us go home.
Where mother waits at the doorway,
With patient eyes and open arms.

Let us walk together at last,
No more parallel roads�"
Only one path,
One home,
One love.

**�" Jessy Jacob ❤️**

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