Manthena Damodara Chary writes

REFLECTIONS

Now I have grown old

I am boundlessly bold

Never play with the old

They are genuine gold

I observe joy and sorrow

A foreview of tomorrow

Can make thinner sorrow

Joy can never be narrow

As my youth was in bloom

Singing glory was in boom

Songs of the folk in stream

Enhanced my glory’s gleam

Days gone by were spent well

Without sorrow’s show of hell

I now hear grinding grief’s bell

My great joy sounds its knell

We often think we are savvy

When hearts burn with envy

Our thoughts rise above evil

To drive away dreadful devil

Let us glorify all our thinking

Eliminating all ideas stinking

We can build all glory striking

With endeavours to our liking

Boy with Burning Heart -- Nicola Bealing