A Well-Dressed Old Man Poem by Vivek Pradhan

A well-dressed old man
Feeble as he may be
Had partnered some crooks
To build a road or a bridge
He had a fortune to his name
From all the work he'd done till date
He could've retired ten years past
Read books at home
Used new sets of teeth at last
But no, he wanted more
and to be driven around in a four by four

The well-dressed old man
Feeble as he may be
On one cold winter day
In this small town of mine
Found himself in an office room
Making a deal with his goons
And after long discussions
Concluding all numbers were sound
All o' 'em shook on the final deal
And headed out for a good meal
Yet when out of the administrative place
The crooks turned round
and punched his face
Kicked his body to the ground

The well-dressed old man
Feeble as he was
Lay on the floor and quivered
As the younger men with common clothes
Strong as they were
Kicked once more and disappeared
Poor guy had no fault but loved his work
The strong and young wanted his life and luck