Old Age Poem by Abdul Hakeem Parannur

On the memory of my spring days
Let me scribble these little things
Though the sweet days of youth are gone
And lost among the leaves of past
Yet the embers in the hearth of life
Shine its dying spark with a gleam.

Oh! You mighty power, by time
Take me to my days of past.
Where I could think of blooming buds
Where I could follow the sweeter ones,
To the endless end without complaint
Without breaking the glass of dreams.

Give me my days of dreams back
When I could spend my precious seconds
In the memory of the fair fragrance
When I can wait hither and tither
To get an ethereal view of blossoms
To enjoy the visionary joys of life.

Oh, give me back those sweeter things
For I fall upon the thorns of eyes
Which is not meant for me, ever
Never can I get such an eye glance
For I am distanced more and more by years
From the sweetest glances of the buds.

You, long black and white wonder
Turn the course of your brightest rays
And shower on me as ceaseless rain
For I need your warmth innocence
To comfort my broken mind
And to unite my slack noble thoughts.