When we grow old

when we grow old When your clothes would torn, And my face loose it charm. when you ears would hear a little less, I would scream over every distress. when you asked whether I want to go to abroad, I would choose a lonely late night walk. when you would plan to build a house, I would find my peace in your arms. When you want to eat in restaurant, I want you to cook for me your over salted noodle. when we grow old, your face loose charm and my clothes would torn, But I would always stay there until this sun and moon reciprocate their roles. When we grow old. ~Rakhi Sharma~