I live through you, now

I live through you, now

Sputter and die... like the engine of the old Kawasaki,
Illegible- like the Mughal Parchment,
Knotted and gnarled, like the childhood banyan,
Stained with disease, like the leaking ink pen I left

I watch his movement with my playful eye,
He spins shapes out of dirty clay.
I remember the magician, I was myself,
Years back, spotty and dirty.
Ready for game.....

His reflexes, much quicker than mine,
His arms, much slicker than mine.

His body- lithe, like the forest panther,
His mind- an instrument capable of the most lethal demolition.

I live through him now,
I breathe his air.
His spirit, lifts me from my chair.

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