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!
Most feared condition...the family are the ones most affected!
He was lying on the road among the beggars. I saw a similar scene recently in my travels. I saw this person lying on the roadside in the morning. Then lying in the same position in the evening. Beautiful poem bringing reality to the forefront. Thank you.
Alzheimers is a terrible disease. not only for the person but the family too
Alzheimer, that terrible thing, wish that they would find a cure...
A very sad situation expressed so well. This is a disease that kills bit by bit. Thank you for sharing it Neela.
Have better understanding/insight into this dreadful disease. Thank you! I don't think I'll ever look at a sufferer as I did before. Congratulation! ! !
Very poignant poem about a dreadful disease that leaves a person living a nightmare..a ten from me and congratulations on being selected poet/poem of the day..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
At sunset point..... congrats on being chosen....