I sing the song of Love and care,
Of the trails which we tame,
Times and moments we live,
Challenges we encounter in this journey,
Of this life and beyond.
While we tackle those,
We live and love,
Who do not leave us until we travel,
Till the end of the road.
We arouse them and they stir us.
Some have corrupted their minds and souls,
Concealing their real self,
Making the bodies refuse commands of the souls.
They could have made and call themselves,
For the body will baulk the soul,
And it will appear on their face,
Along the body parts will revolt,
It will show in their walk,
The flex of the waists,
As you linger to see their back,
It conveys more than any reflection.
We love simple folks and loosen ourselves,
In their adored company,
Pass and discuss our toiled efforts,
March in line, pause, listen and cherish those moments,
Wait for chance to mingle again,
And in them fathers/mothers and their sons/daughters,
Value their vigour, serenity and beauty magnified
These men are of wonderful vigour, calmness, beauty of person,
Those little gangs of forlorn,
Whose company among the rest at evenings is not enough…