My Old Age

In this old age I want nothing more But to sit alone in the balcony with A cup of tea and watch the flowers Swinging and birds to skyward soar I want to watch the dew drops shine Upon blades of grass and clouds in Varied colours tarry over mountains That in the morning ray look divine In this old age I want to be alone Sitting under a tree dreaming with Soft wind caring my old skin till in The west the orange glow is gone Sitting under a tree I want to read A book, hum a prayer, doze off a While and talk with the sparrows And give them rice grains to feed