Plans Poem by Mahathi Mydavolu

I had so many plans in life indeed,
To spend my time in greatest joys and mirth.
First want to visit Swiss and sip it's Mead
And ski on icy paths all length and breadth

I wish I climb the high Himalayan
And meet the holy sages, saints and miss
I not the Darshan of Lord Hanuman
Sing loud sweet songs on Ram and earn His bliss.

I much desire to walk through thickest woods
And slash through the slushy grass gazing at the sky
And Moon who's spraying cool beams on star buds
Till reach the end to find the eagles fly.

Before I could start working out my schemes
Old age with crippled limbs has doused my dreams.