Thursday, October 17, 2013
Alzheimer
Rating: ★4.8
He was lying on the
road among the beggars.
His blank eyes
couldn't answer.
A passer-by asked
his name, sensing
his class- - - -
what's your address sir?
'S-i-r? No, no I'm not sir, brother,
father or anything.'
'What's your name?
N-a-m-e? What's name? '
'I'm a man, m-a-n! '
but, I can't spell, man.
His voice was broken
and replies were more broken.
Arriving at sunset point
he has lost his keys
of locked memory.
He was suffering from
Alzheimer!
Neela Nath Das
Topic(s) of this poem: alzheimer