To An Octogenarian Poem by Gajanan Mishra

See, your father mother brother
Well wishers are all dead and passed away
You yourself has expended the major portion
Of your life and your body is now
Overtaken by invalidity and also
You are living in the control of another
See your precarious condition, my dear
How you are unable to see properly
Unable to hear clearly, your memory is shortened
Your intelligence is disturbed, teeth are loose
Your liver is defective, you are coughing up mucus
Nobody is here to give you protection except the Lord
The almighty the omnipresent the omniscient
Don't be foolish my dear, your body is perishing, see
Remember your permanent identity, this is the right time
Now it is also high time to seek the protection
Of the Supreme Lord and remember
Your life is meant for seeking that protection
And by that you can save yourself .