My Existence

I am too far away from me and
my existence is too far away from me
In spite of my efforts
I could not reach me

Where is my existence and
where am I searching me
I lost myself in my age of twenty
in her beautiful eyes

Though she crossed her fifty
I am still on the edge of the curves of her lips
My love hides in my grey hair
Rarely it will come out as a rain in the summer

My love will also hide behind my grandsons but
it will reflect in the slurring calls of them
In their tender touch
I will go back to my sweet past