|This is very fine little poem from the poet somik. The name of the poem is "The reality". When we are gradually getting old, we become sad. In this time, our physical ability is decreasing very rapidly. So, we think this is end of life. Actually, this is not true. Although, we shall not be able to physically active like younger age but our experiences will make us more mentally stronger than a young person. We should distribute this strength to needy people. In this way, we can guide them by sharing our invaluable thoughts, education and experiences. We shall be satisfied enough in this way and we shall remain active till death.