by Suraj Panthi (074BCE177)
When there will be no one relying on me
And I’ll have few sunsets left to see
When my heart wants to rest for a while
And my wrinkles won’t let me smile
When I’ll lose all my grey hair
And I’ll talk when nobody’s there
When I’ll take five minutes to stand
And I’ll be called “old” by an old man
When my toes will outnumber my teeth
And it’ll be years since I’ve gone to the street
When I look back at 2010’s
And remember that everything ends
I will not care what anyone says
Because those will be my good old days.
Suraj Panthi
074BCE177
Pulchowk Campus
