Through the wrinkles of time,
I feel that glow when I was at prime,
Spirit prisoned inside withered body,
Breaks free of age’s tyranny.
Leafless branches of tree of age,
Still dance in passion’s breeze,
In them love birds still chatter,
Does age even matter?
Unrestrained spirit still wanders,
In unknown spaces in search of wonders,
The antelope of my soul leaps,
For harvest of love to reap.
Aging can’t be my final destiny,
When soul savors life’s juicy recipe,
Till that time when life sings my final lullaby,
The blazing fire in me won’t dim and die.