These souls are thousands of years old
Feel things differently,
Live life slow,
At night, see stars glow
Being trapped in this soulless world
They hold a heart of gold
Among the new people of a new era
Only few are left
That like deep conversations
From sun to the sand
Being beautiful from inside
Their love can't be measured
From a naked eye
Their old soul and mind
Prefer silence to the wayside shrines
To express gratitude
For the divine grace in their lives
As everyone is so fake around
They lack connection to one another
That hold depth to life
They seek out old-world spot
Far from the madding crowd
They tend to stay alone
As don't fit in with people's timeline
In the ebb and flow
Of day-to-day life
They don't limit themselves
To the values of old school
Nor do they care about the image,
About the talks
People says one after the another
But love to remain grounded
By trying to make sense of the stars inside
To twin with another old soul of their times!