A Tribute To Great Poet, A. Ayyappan Poem by Jay P Narain

Sitting on the park bench,
unshaven, unkempt, old and frail,
Never thinks what happened,
why he is homeless and left alone.

He is a pauper at this moment,
May be he was a prince in his prime past,
All the friends and family vanished,
when he gave up his fortune for the sake of his principles.

He may be a great lover still attached to his dreams,
the love his heart dreamed has become a mirage,
He still waits and waits hoping the love will be back,
Even after his death, he would wait with a flower to greet his lover.

He was an artist, a poet, and a great intellectual,
Wrote thousands of poem, some world renowned,
For some personal reasons, he wandered and slept on the street,
one day when he died, no one noticed him for days.

It hurts to see someone so bright, forgotten and lonesome,
poets may be princely paupers, aloof and lost in their own world,
But the society and the government should take care of them,
Not forgetting that they are the beacons of hope for the humanity.