[Photo essay] Buddha hoga tera baap

• They're wrinkled, they're worn out, they're weary.
• They are in their sunset years.
• They exist in a city that only has time for the young,
• And yet they are hale, hearty, healthy.
• They have a spring in their step.
• They are not a generation weaned on half measures. But on hard work.
• They have no expiry date. They want to work.
• They slog in flour mills, in factories, sell fabrics, sell flowers,  
• The aged, truly old is gold.

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