The Beatles have sung this often,
And I keep asking you again,
Will you need me?
Will you feed me?
Will you care for me?
Will you stare at me?

When I'm sixty three?

When my heart-beat is a little slower,
When my eyes no longer sharper,
When my senses seem dull and duller,
'Tis then I'll ask you dear, again,
Will you feed me?
Will you care for me?
Will you stare at me?

When I'm sixty three?

For me visions are still clear,
For me dreams seem very near,
I see them when I'm wide awake,
I see them when in deep slumber,
For me love is indeed worship,
For you my feelings remain deep.

Then why should I ask you again?
Will you feed me?
Will you care for me?
Will you stare at me?

When I'm sixty three?

Your eyes tell me a story of care,
Your heart conveys memories we share,
Your feelings for me you don't conceal,
Your life belongs to me dear, I feel,
Then I shouldn't ask you ever again.

Will you feed me?
Will you care for me?
Will you stare at me?

When I'm sixty three?

Yatindra Bhatnagar
April 1, 1992