Steal some time for the elders;
From the busy wrist watch’s borders;
Fetch the time whenever fit;
To avoid them feel a tattered coat upon a stick…!!
They’re the wines which get costlier by time;
They’re the trees under which shadow; one finds relief;
Though they look thin and pale;
They are the engine of our rail…!!
As bud sproutes before a flower;
As minute comes before an hour
Remain ahead will always they;
We will leg behind forever…!!