Passing times! I see the freckles on my face, The wrinkles seem one too many, The salty stub in the unshaven chin, And the few silvery strands on my pate, How could I ever sleep so long, That I lost the passage of time? I do not remember the world, Beyond the smoky windows behind, Confined to my squeaky chair, With listless papers and dusty files, Stepping out I do, into the silent world, When Sun too slips and bids all bye; I nod at my boss and reach for my stick, He too is old, but unlike me is slick, He smiles at the puzzled face of mine, I fear that I might have lost all my shine, Soon it would be dark and with failing eyes, I must hurry my path over the rickety tiles; The beady sweat invades and chills, I open the window to the lofty hills, The snowy winds from the farther space, Strikes me strong on my hollowed face, Why I failed to open the windows ever, I lay on my back and for once suffer; Faces crowd over my frozen frame, As if I was a man of fame “Nice man, he was,” the villagers murmur, The tail wagging mutt is here as well, Soon I will be rested in the small confines, To bond with nature that I forgot when I lived! Sampath Kumar
Posted on: Sun, 30 Mar 2014 13:38:57 +0000
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