She stares at his weak stature often,
Truly saddened to see his wrinkles,
Once dark and curly hair is grey,
His anxious mind is dark sometimes!
Growing old is cruel for others,
As it’s like watching leaves wither,
Fall to rot, disappearing forever,
With no trace of existence!
Though she forgets, her mind warns,
But her heart refuses and wants,
More time for him, for her sake,
As a father is much dear to her!