Wrinkled face, toothless smile, vacant looks, shattered hopes-
This, the woeful sight in an old age home.
No goals pursued, no joys to be shared,
A forgotten past and a forlorn future,
They await their end, arms outstretched.
My heart aches for them, my heart bleeds for them.
Long stories of woe, down memory lane-
Oh, humanity! Where hast ye gone?

No near ones or dear ones
Come to meet them I learn.
They weep for each other,
They laugh for each other,
They console each other,
They condole for each other.

Thrown away from their homes
In the fag end of their lives,
For no fault of their own,
For no crimes ever known,
The old age homes, their last resort,
They seek refuge, with hopes in their eyes.
Their last lap of life, they wish to spend in peace.

Salutations to the old age homes!
They’ve brought humanity from the dead.
They’ve rekindled hopes of the suffering lot.
Let us join hands to tread their path
To bring some cheer amongst those miserable lot.
Let’s make men realize-‘the inevitable is not far off’
When old age they near, history may have a laugh.