The Momma Clan

Two old souls, in their nineties
Dressed up like teenagers ,
Wearing fine tees
And the love between them seems to be never ending.
It is still like a new born love,
Blooming between them
Embracing each other’s flaws 
And sowing the seeds of deep adoration.
Flowers are still the epitome of love
The old man proves,
And the woman is also smitten with it too.
Reliving their old days
In the nature, and 
Among the greenery and the beautiful colours.
Amidst all the chaos
Fighting through all the odds,
Love has no age,
Both aged woman and man are the specimen for it.

-Jiya Rajput