'I’m old!
   My spirits are prone to stoops!!
      I want, you come: and, cheer me up!

   When, morning melts in night, birds sing:
   When, bells perform pure magic, ring:
   When, mothers, wake their offspring up:
   When, life swarms-up, in everything:
I want you come and dear me up!
   I want, you come: and, cheer me up!

   When, lovely breeze moves, hair and scarves:
         When, eyes long for some-one, that sweet:
   When senses grow; and, the evil dwarfs:   
   When, finger-tips sweep dirt and treat;
I want, you come: and, gear me up!
   I want, you come: and, cheer me up!
   When, I go places, staring ’round:
   When, flowers on tree-tops abound:
   When, plodding feet require some rest:
   When, thoughts of loneliness surround:
I want, you come: and, steer me up!
   I want, you come: and, cheer me up!

   When, bright sun shows; yet, darkness dwells:
   When, thirst can not be quenched by wells:
   When, cloudy mist athwart the head:
   In moon-lit nights, in doldrums, swells:

I want, you come: and, rear me up!
   I want, you come: and, cheer me up!

                       â€¢â€¢â€¢â€¢
                               - G.R.Prakash