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