A Middle-Aged Man With The French-Cut Beards, I Could Not Ask Him Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

While meeting him,
A middle-aged man
With the French-cut,
A little bit
Beards
On the chin
And that too without any beards,
A clean-shaven personality,
He took me by surprise
With an attache in the hand,
Holding it,
Going,
Shortish, but wheatish and fair
Looking smart and grave
And sober
In the pants and the shirt
A middle-aged man
Nearing sixty
Or sixty,
You take it
Just with a little
On the chin
And the specs
Golden and shining,
Looking smart, grave and sober.

Meeting him at the town square
And passing by,
Meeting accidentally
As the eyes fell upon,
I wanted to say,
Ask him,
Hello, sir, how are you,
Meeting him accidentally,
By chance
Coming upon
such a personality,
Though wanted I to ask,
But could not,
How are you, sir,
A personality so attractive
And charming,
So impressive and sober,
Good-looking and grave,
Could not,
Could not,
How are you,
How are you, sir?