Self translation of my poem Umr badhte badhte

THE OLD AGE

With the passage of time,

The strength to fight decreases

Belatedly though, but with time

It becomes a habit to accept change

Now nothing looks strange

Nothing worries too much

Even if some compromises are made

It did not hurt that much

Though we live for others by devoting ourselves

No one will get hurt if we have to go one day

In our family when we will become stranger

No one know, No one Really knows

Vinod Passy “Hanskamal”