A quiet reflection on growing older, emotional weariness, and the things the heart truly needs. Sometimes we don’t need advice, remedies, or solutions—we simply need love, understanding, laughter, companionship, and a little prayer.

A Little Love, A Little Prayer

These days,
I am not quite myself.

Sometimes I am restless,
sometimes I lose my temper,
sometimes my mind
creates storms out of nothing.

So, my dear ones,
those who worry about me,
those who love me—

I don’t ask for a remedy.
Just give me a little prayer.

Don’t tell me
how to look young.

Let my hair turn grey,
let my steps grow slow,
let my eyes carry
the stories of time.

I am not afraid of growing old.

What troubles me more
is not the ache in my back,
the weakness in my body,
or the fading light in my eyes.

It is the harsh word,
the needless argument,
the hidden hatred,
and the loneliness
that sometimes sits quietly
beside my smiling face.

So don’t teach me
how to live longer.

Teach me how to live happier.

Sit with me.
Share a cup of tea.
Make me laugh.
Listen without judging.

I have spent enough years
living for others—
fulfilling duties,
carrying responsibilities,
putting my own dreams aside.

Now, I want a little time
to live for myself.

To write.
To paint.
To walk.
To dream.
To simply be me.

I don’t need applause anymore.
I don’t need to prove anything.

I only need
a peaceful heart,
a few loving souls,
and the freedom
to smile without a reason.

So, my dear ones—

Don’t worry about my age.
Don’t worry about my wrinkles.
Don’t worry about my grey hair.

Just give me
a little love,
a little laughter,
a little understanding—

and when you pray,

remember me.

Because sometimes
the body needs medicine,

but the heart—

only needs a little love
and a little prayer.

(Vijay Verma)
www.retiredkalam.com

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