What I Need? Poem by HASNAIN AAQIB

As an infant, I cried for milk
And mother fed me, so soft and silk
Was her love; I grew young and robust
Under the shade of her motherhood, safe from all dust.

When a youth, needs came sooner and faster
Serving my mind with worries to alter
Pain into comfort, make joy of hard toil
And gave me to sow good seeds a perfect soil

Then forlorn life came to be coupled with someone
I prayed for children when I had none
And plenty of lives hampered my way
I prayed for comfort and rest, through various ways

Now that I am an old man of seventy
Enjoying pleasant time and nature's bounty
I aspire a place in peaceful hermitage
For eternal life after I depart, beyond the age