Day by day,
Word by word,
Line by line,
I am maturing,
My thoughts,
My works,
My tempers,
All are changing,
It is really hard,
To believe,
To imagine,
This new mine,
The young boy,
With his all temptations,
All his excitements,
Have grown old.
Now a new man,
Replace the boy,
A cool headed,
Old man standing,
On this present.
Yap, I am the old man...
Kafil...A great deal of thought has gone into this superb piece my friend...excellent penning
Too rapid growth is not good either, enjoy your present state of mind before you can outgrow!
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I would like to translate this poem
Now a new man, Replace the boy, A cool headed, Old man standing, On this present. Yap, I am the old man... now a complete reformed person with change in age....10..beautiful write.. read mine my feet are crumbling...prayer..o, lord