When i was young like a damsel,
my beauty was fame if i could tell
Now, my wrinkles make me feel like a dame,
fairness tanned and my trampled fame
Age on the way to final stage,
am scared this is my last phase
My aged-eye has read divers face,
but still i am in search of divine grace
Humans promised me to love thy soul,
but always in the mood of rock and roll
They just touched my shape not my spirit,
my lord! where are you? please hear it!
How could i trust on their flirt and infatuation,
wrong to me to hold imperfect combination
At the day of my last i wanna with my soulmate,
he would say, “don’t, otherwise who will do my wait”
My lord! a ‘Dame’ wishes at her ninety of age,
answer her last word, and take all her wage
my lord! our lord!
On her spirituality, God compelled to mull,
now He changed his gospel and rule
Dame turned into gorgeous Damsel,
she was such happy if she could tell
God made a handsome to touch her spirit,
with pure heart, divine grace and of high merit