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
~Sam
7 comments:
awesome ....really really nice post!! nice simple and state words speaks ...it sound goood !!
Jai HO Mangalmay Ho
gud one...love the pic
loved the last paragraph..beatiful
The geriatric strife!:(
Ahem new template Sam...I like:)
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Good one Sam.
Liked the last 2 lines the best.
@Vivek
Thank you!
@Vikas
Thank you!
@Raksha
Yeah :[
Yay!! Yay!! Yay!! Thank you Raksha!! :D
@Vijitha
:D Yep.. the last two lines sum it all up!
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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