My bones are giving away as is my body
I am growing old everyday and young’s everybody

The paleness of the skin has turned grim
The brilliance in the eyes has dimmed

Color so pink of the lips seems fading
The age so old and its death I am dreading

Skin has wrinkled and teeth have crinkled
Wobbly are my legs and I’m living on the medicine pegs

‘Survive to see a smile on your face
Once done that, death shall be an easy case

-Siddhi Palande (Prasiddhi)