Successor

Young lad, I want to give you

A lonely terrace,

Sudden flush of one afternoon

That took the slipper kept on the courtyard.

The backyard of ancestral home

Wiped out, but I still roam there.

Time is cruel, time passes by

Days gone will never come by.

But some remnants are

Still with me;

I want to give all to thee.

Hey young lad, I want to give you

Whatever good I have;

Love of a girl, smell of a crayon sun

Color of monsoon pavements of one lazy evening.

All these old clothes

No longer suits me.

Take them if you like

Else throw them.

I want to give you whatever I have of your age.