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.