It foretells a heavy rain and a drizzle peeps through the shattered window, <br />A notion pushes me to step into the market place <br />And have a sip, a cheap glass of wine. <br />It's torn my coat but never mind, <br />Who looks or sees? <br />I am in old age now. <br />It's cold when I go to the street <br />And the boredom is more than that. <br />There a couple goes embracing in the drizzle under one umbrella. <br />Remember I too have been to that stage, <br />Yes, I could remember that well. <br />It's torn my coat but never mind <br />Who looks or sees? <br />I am in old age now. <br />Wine gives warmth to the body <br />Yet mind could be warmed? <br />I do not need wine anymore <br />And I'll be back to my shack. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />* One of my native favorite classical songs 'I am in old age now' sung by the Maestro Pandith W.D. Amaradeva<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-scar-of-an-old-wound/
