Poem of Late Thirties

After ten years, a night like this:

when I will be in my late thirties;

with a healed heart and maintained smile,

I will be laughing at my youth's flaws undefined.

I will be laughing for rushing after those 'emotionally absents',

I will be laughing for wasting months and years over my imprudence.

I will be laughing for dedicating them saucy love poems.

Maybe I will be reading them aloud but I will not be feeling the same.

Those breathless nights will be gone.

I no longer be keen to do constant adorn.

Those traitors shall be anxious to get back me,

but I shall not feel the same pace of glee.

I shall be celebrating my birthday without mourn.

Because till then I shall admit this that 'Winners Stands Alone.'