I know this life is passing by,
Each moment fades, I wonder why.
You never stood with your body dear,
Now you say old age is here.
The results I see are truly mine,
For I worked hard, and now I shine.
Why can’t they see the path I tread?
Why does my growth bring fear instead?
These days you are lost, don’t know just where,
And make mistakes but doesn't care.
His hand above me stays so strong,
And 'Geet' just walks with joy along.
7.58pm 12 July 2025
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