OLD

In no time you have become an old man.

Children on streets call you “granduncle.”

You are old, really old.

You used to burn with so many desires,

consumed by bitterness and despair,

all because you wanted what did not belong to you.

You used to squander your life

hoping your soul’s fire could light up

some eyes and dispel

one patch of darkness after another.

Now you are old,

but may your heart get purer,

burning only for one person or one thing

until it turns to ashes.