The Musings Of An Old Man Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

An old man decided to pretend
To be dump, deaf, and blind
The sons and daughters felt sadness
For some days and then changed
Commenting the father in harsh words
And expressing discomforts to maintain
The little ones loved the old man
They gave their love to the grandfather
The sons and daughters traced the keys
Where the old man kept the money
The sons and daughters traced the locker
Where they suspected the real treasure
Every nook and corner they traced
But never achieved their goal to find
The keys were safely kept by the old man
And opened his mouth from silence
And told them to take their own share
And part with the family abandoning him
Keep a share of mine to donate
In a convenient old age home that nearby
Never come their to make noises
Never try to disturb my peace
Though I am old still I am sound enough
To understand the world in little better
I have traveled a lot in life with you
And understood the difficulties in pain
You all scolded me in my pretension
I tried my best to understand you
Old is gold you forgot always in thoughts.