The sunshine is now like a monk
Who has left for a lonely place for dhyana
So, the sun has no moods to rise
The day has no lights to show
The sky is cloudy and gloomy
So is my mood.
We, the old, don’t know,
When our faces will glow
Still, the children in the park,
So jovial and playful
Spread the fragrance of flowers.
Let that fragrance madden us,
Make us so jovial and so playful.
Let me find a child within
Make me jovial and youthful.
We all should revive back those childhood days to make life more simple.
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