An old man and the innocent child…

 
 

A cantankerous old man,

A wrinkled face,

Infinite desires,

Small but Impecunious family,

An entire lifetime,

Desecrated soul shouting,

Trying to ameliorate the living,

That innocent child is dead,

For many years now,

Which laughed uncontrollably,

The consistent carping snatched his breath,

Now, the lethargic body,

And the inefficient mind,

Are waiting together,

There is a presentiment of death,

Death for all,

But, for the old man,

It is his reunion with the innocent child…

0 thoughts on “An old man and the innocent child…”

  1. Copper Cranes says:

    Shreyans, wonderfully thought-provoking. Do we wait too long for the reunion? I hope you’re enjoying the weekend. ~ Mia

    1. shreyans says:

      Most of us keep waiting..thank you for reading mia. My weekend starts right now. Only one day weekend. What about yours?

      1. Copper Cranes says:

        You’re welcome. Mine has just started, and I have two days ahead of me. Please enjoy your day. ~ Mia

  2. Nishita13 says:

    Lovely! How simply did you write these words. 🙂

    1. shreyans says:

      thank you…your appreciation means a lot nishita..keep writing

      1. Nishita13 says:

        And your words are on fire, can’t stop reading them! <3

        1. shreyans says:

          thank you very much..it feels great..

          1. Nishita13 says:

            🙂

  3. Sweta Ojha says:

    Heartfelt message. Very well written. ☺

    1. shreyans says:

      Thank you so much shweta..it means a lot..

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