Monday, March 21, 2011

Old man's strife!

I glance through my window
I see an old man
Walking across the lane
Coins juggling in his can

With every coin dropped
His eyes lit up
He wishes nothing great
Just a rice cup

I see him strain
Walking weak and thin
A kaput rough stick
His kith and kin

I caught his wise poignant eyes
Telling a tale of his tattered life
Once a young man’s misfortunes
Now an old mans strife



विवेक Call me Vish !! said...

awesome ....really really nice post!! nice simple and state words speaks sound goood !!

Jai HO Mangalmay Ho

Vikas Chandra said...

gud the pic
loved the last paragraph..beatiful

Raksha Bhat said...

The geriatric strife!:(

Ahem new template Sam...I like:)

Raksha Bhat said...

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Vijitha Valsalan said...

Good one Sam.
Liked the last 2 lines the best.

Sameera said...

Thank you!

Thank you!

Yeah :[

Yay!! Yay!! Yay!! Thank you Raksha!! :D

:D Yep.. the last two lines sum it all up!

Amropali said...

I loved how you used alliteration throughout the poem, special mention:
1) Telling a tale of his tattered life
2)A kaput rough stick
His kith and kin

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