Time And I

Human body is a slave of Time.

Running with Time in the stadium of life

So, I always warn myself --

Not to be old in mind, 

Lest sign of old-age permanently mark

On my eye-lid, forehead and cheek.

Get up early in the morning --

I drench my feet with morning dews

Walking on the grass.

I practice 'yoga' and 'pranayam'

Every morning.

Sometimes I feel a romantic fervour

Remembering compliments of 

My friends' wives --

'You stand still on the age of twenty-five.'

They tell slightly more than the truth.

My mind is not a slave of Time,

I'm yet a tender-aged boy in mind

And will remain so till I die.

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