The sweet nectar of the nineties,
Will be tasted few days after... 
The world conquered by the memories of mine,
Will always remember my laughter...

How secretly my life proceeded to this stage,
Even I do not know...
The summers and the springs passed,
Now its the time for the snow...

Secrecy of my age,
Will never be a secret anymore...
As the teenage dreams passed by,
And I turned to be a handsome guy much more...

Cute wrinkles on my face,
Attraction to the ladies, it became for me a grace...
Voices from the heavens above,
Urging me to stop telling these fairy tales...

Hill tops onto my feet,
Showering my blessings onto them...
The world has been so much precious to me,
Much more precious than a gem...

Killer looks I have maintained,
Dashing looks I have gained...
Death has to remain much more far,
As I want to be an alive saint...!!!

Hundred more years waiting,
Waiting for my presence...
Zestful looks of mine got fainted effects,
Perfumed I am with the liquored essence...

I don't believe that it is too late,
For myself being so much great...
And I ask GOD,
Isn't it too early...??? 

Too early for the departure...
Too early to see off this beautiful world...
It isn't so early I know...
Not that early...