Slow Old Man Peerzada Mohsin Walking slowly with the snail's pace The effect of age was on his face Looking awkwardly here and there Grimy atmosphere was making him fear In his 70's 80's was he God was about to calculate his fee History of life reflecting in his eyes The world he was soon going to say bye byes Frost and wind all over the way Yet not took the smooth Bay Octogenarian and still was he counting The embarassment he was still fighting Yet 15 days of Chillai Kalan were left Feran was the attire he slowly lift Age and the experience with the rage All that is left was that golden badge With the prediction of snow he wasn't serious All that was of pure heart that was so generous 18/Jan/2019