जदौ

LAMENTATIONS AT AGE

On the cold and foggy night,

the leaves rustle as the dews crack.

And when I woke up to trace my journey back,

the days passed opened my sight.

Great were my dreams and so was my craze.

It leapt my heart to lament my gloom;

those were the scenes to conquer at bloom.

Who's this courage and deserves a praise?

The chil of cold has turned me bold.

The experience gained are my lessons-

for the gait of age has supressed my passions.

Now I pray-O! my father help me grow old. -Govind Neupane