In the morning the old man walked straight
suffering a lot with his lame legs
There he looked the passers nearby
And wished with a helpless smile in face
Unable to speak in fluency he tried
To say a best wishes of early good morning
But failed to make the sound in proper ways
And walked along the road in distance
Somehow wishing with a symbol of love
Asked to where the man was going in difficult
He slowly and with a shying smile replied
To the house nearby residing my son
For a glass of tea which is usual customary
And tried to avoid but unable to stop
Where I have to walk with such difficulty
Without a help in my own home at present
The better half had passed away years before
And still trying to the journey to the end
This walk is the walk to the distance
Until the end of the journey decided in heights.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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