Time is immortal; I have not heard its death
Born objects and pictures vanish from fears of age
Whether you kill them or leave for time’s feed
It is same no need of definition because it is age
Heard matters are numberless and countless universes spread
What to do with them to me even I have no idea of basic guess
I born within time I die before age dies
No concern with me as of shadows prevails with light
A thought in heart tickles remembering miracle death
What will be my next age where to go with this irremovable age?
Fun I see in those kids playing without consideration of losses
My mind whirls within dark one day I need to leave this age
Old peoples’ cough reminds me their age I know they forget
Involvement of them in gossips with friends with broadening face
Age grew older but I do not notice to it like that other greys
Brave it is I have read it can demolish crest of mountain in rest.