I may appear big in form
My greying hair, my aching limbs
May to an inquiring eye reveal
Years spent under times grinding wheel

But beneath this withering form of mine
Still exists a fragile, helpless child
Who stumbles and falls and stands again
Still learning how to walk in life

The path is long and a winding one
The terrain changing with every bend
My feeble heart, striving hard
To walk erect till the very end

Do hold my finger, if you can
And knowing that I may lose my way
Do guide me to the rendezvous
Where I am destined to meet you.

- Sarita Choudhari