Neither the last finish
Nor the total end of divinity
Old age, a place to rest and repose
On the journey to infinity

An age to cherish a shade
Under saplings of new generation
Walking stick unessential
When friendship evokes regeneration

One would shun moments of boredom
Loneliness is frightening
When hands have work to do
Days would pass like lightening

Not to ask anything from anybody
Rather offer something to repay
Debt of good gestures of so many
Is immense and difficult to pay

Happiness and intimate friendship around
Maitraban stay should be a pleasure
Relaxation and creative thoughts around
And constructive deeds would be my pleasure.