How old I am
flowing by my white beards
in the loving light of the Moon -
As it spin silver yarn
to my dreamy eyes
A cool reflection comes
in every wakeful silence
by my protruding vision -
Did she know
How young I feel unblinking my eyes
Eons have passed
Guessing my age
I myself have kept a theft to my 'Self'
Knowing that you will question my age in my next birth
That is how I am keeping my dreams alive
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