Two pairs of sunken eyes seeing together
Two pairs of staggering legs walking together
Two pairs of wrinkled hands working for their mouth
The two ailing bodies living together
For the third or the fourth-
For their replica, the progeny of humanity.
They are the winners of life
Might have been defeated by inclement, rough weather
But they have boldly and successfully defeated
Those challenging moments
By keeping the lamp of hope aflame in life
Though some moments of joy were lost
In the dead darkness.
They have quarrelled and quarrelled a lot
Like true arch rivals
But only for the triumph of the love for each other
They have won the war of life together
Against the hard times
And paved the way for the Next-Gen
For their happiness and their own peaceful pass.