Long it seems to be
the days and nights go with it
the heaves and sighs combine with it
so do the laughter and smile intertwine.
Long it seems to be
the years and age go with it
the wrinkles and grey hair conjoin with it
so do the wisdom and experience interlock.
Long it seems to be
the ideas and ideals go with it
the thoughts and dreams relate with it
so do the focus and execution intermingle.
Meenas Poems 