My Old Age Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

In this old age I want nothing more
But to sit alone in the balcony with
A cup of tea and watch the flowers
Swinging and birds to skyward soar

I want to watch the dew drops shine
Upon blades of grass and clouds in
Varied colours tarry over mountains
That in the morning ray look divine

In this old age I want to be alone
Sitting under a tree dreaming with
Soft wind caring my old skin till in
The west the orange glow is gone

Sitting under a tree I want to read
A book, hum a prayer, doze off a
While and talk with the sparrows
And give them rice grains to feed