I have crossed sixty, attention is failing. br Lights are fading, recognition decreases, br I feel almost unwanted now and then. br br Snake of thought-poetry br Moving through brain-thickets br Flickers - compares responses, br Attention and behavior - power and position br Were then reasons for people listening to me? br br Not that I thought it would be different, br But it is one thing to know and another br To actually feel the let-down, br Rather suddenly: as days pass by, br Get used to it, as every donkey to its burden. br br I have joined private firm br Where I am respected museum piece br With a suitable respectable title br Among professionals vibrant, br Offering consultancy on infrastructure. br br Joy to watch young bright minds close, br Which I never got a chance to in government: br Even if they were there, the distance br Of seniority kept them away, I suppose. br br Today my team played cricket br In Wadala East, and won two rounds, br To reach the semi-finals. br I got bouquet of flowers, and am happy. br br Different lights are twinkling from setting sky.