When I Get Older

At the call of the daybreak,  

I will go the extra mile, 

To see the tangerine balmy sunrise, 

From the Shivalik mountains, 

And sniff the fragrance-

Of the daylight breeze, 

The vibrant valley flowers, 

And the baker's fruit bread. 

With my beloved and friend, 

Fingers entwined just like our hearts, 

As we walk past the narrow winding roads, 

And crooked hilly terrains, 

Looking at each other in awe, 

Like those love birds, 

Who sing a song of togetherness, 

Undeterred by time and age. 

And feel blessed-

 To be with each other, 

And for each other, 

At the last terminal of this life journey.