Old age doesn’t exist for all

Old age doesn’t exist for all

Because many claim its presence;

I submit that living goes on

Through many-hued firmaments.

A shade of love lives here

And over there, a victory, I deem –

Patience caught them in her lair

And surprise – she frolics in between

For one might, on some fateful day –

Pluck a strange flower

And on another, move a rock away

And something wonderful – uncover.