My well-wishers asked me - how old are you?

Many of my well-wishers have asked me - 

how old are you?

I laugh at the question -

and tell them it is hard to answer.

Because when I play with a little child, 

I am one year old.

When I watch cartoons - I am three.

When I dance to the tune of music, 

I am a sweet sixteen.

When I try to heal someone's wounds -

I am sure I have crossed six decades of my life span.

And when I chat with sparrows or bulbuls,

Or run after my dog and his ball -

I become their age.

                    ~~~

Anyway, what is there in age?

Isn't it just a number only?

Like the light of the sun

And the flowing river waters

I am ageless.

I keep changing with time and my experience.

Days are marching towards night -

No doubt 

Whenever it extends its hand -

I shall hold it.

Till then, 

it’s not my age that matters -

How fully have I lived thus far -

That is the consideration

                                 (Writer unknown)