Please Hold My Arms When I Am Walking

A win overshadowing thousand defeats, A kiss while driving on the front seats, Your moves in love and my counter moves, Careless! If the kiss anyone reproves. I know I cannot get back my past, Old and youth ages are in contrast, But sometimes somehow somewhere, We can steal a moment here or there, With a hand in hand we can walk at least, In the same old manner we can talk at least, In a corner beneath a dense old tree, With each other we can be free, There are pink colors and white fragrance, We can spend love, may be extravagance, A scene overshadowing colorful scenery, A pink kiss while sitting on grassy greenery, How much I miss your whispering talks! How much I need you during my walks, Wipe my tears; I am in knee pains, Stress of aging, the resulting strains! Now I can't drive but during my walks I need a companion I need your talks, Be close and listen to when I am talking. Please hold my arms when I am walking. (Based on my Urdu poem "Sahara dedo main thak geya hooN")