(Translation of one of my Hindi  poem)

I want few more moments from the pacing time;
The tiny heart wants just 4 wishes to get granted of mine,
Few people to call my own in the colossal crowd of crime,
To work till my last breath and never lay without food; supine.

I don't want to move along the waves instead dive deep into the depths,
I don't seek to kiss the clouds, rather want to fly to the possible highest of zenith.
The mischiefs done under the tree were 'special' summers
Of us three; leaving hot footprints were those wonderful runners.

But now I wanna explore a few more alleys and return proud to my mother waiting in the valley.

So I need more of 'me' with 'myself',
Need few 'between the line',
And steal a few more moments from the pacing time..

~Joy