Weeps The Youth.

Oh, the ruthless time, don’t pour cold water upon my days nice;

Cease not the youthfulness by filling my life  only with   icy days.

Turn not the golden dawn into shadowy dusk.

Erase not the colors of  of desires  by making them fade.

Make not the green  tree shed  the leaves  and stand  bare.

Turn not the ever green  forest of life into a bare  desert

covered  with sand.

Drain not the cream of youthfulness and  cover

the body with wrinkles.

By    Vani Hegde

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