My black hair first started falling...
...and then silently and gradually...
...it started turning grey;
Now, I am absolutely bald!
No trees grow on my Siachen!
My strong white teeth started...
...over the years decaying and aching...
...and my gums started bleeding;
I am now finally a toothless oldman!
Unable to chew, grind, or bite;
A harmless person! A nonviolent!
A Buddha of my times!
Don't pity me!
My life I have not spent in waste;
Everything's been realized, as I could;
In my breast, knowledge and wisdom...
...I've collected as most invaluable treasure;
Yea, my goodness! I've realized the truth;
The most deeply secret of my life!
MyKoul
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