Thinking about the old times, I had that bright smiles.
Lurking around my beautiful times.
Sharing my time with the beauty inside,
i was happy in past time,
When I small and remain shielded and covered with my mom, dad’s love.
Time has changed now, i grow a little old now,
working for living, food and time.
Happiness is there but, I don’t feel mine.
Things are always such a nightmare.
Do anything it will be just a synthetic time,
where happiness you will find, but don’t hold on, it will be gone anytime.
Things don’t remain same every-time, life changes and I become more old in times.
I become old and everything seems slow to my life,
I wanted to be happy always but things are always were changing my mind.
I am now old and wish to die soon, to free my soul,
and born again and live happy life.