I Read The Old Man A Book Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
I Read The Old Man A Book
In the falling light of day
I read the old man a book.
Stories of love, enmity, deceit
Jealousy, betrayal, sacrifice
All from one author's mind
One penning hand
Some very short some too long
But nowhere do I find
He has taken a stand
On virtue and vice
Right and wrong
Belief faith
Destiny fates
Nowhere asserts
If he is theist atheist agnostic
Nor invokes god
Praise or curse him.
I read and the old man nods
in the falling light of his day!
This is very insightful indeed......the old man knows what God is hence no need of knowing perhaps...... very well composed Sir......I loved it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 2:06:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
To escape totally from subjectivity is an art in itself only a few are capable of, though we cannot say if it is always good or bad! Any way the author whom you read to the old man belongs to that rare category! Interesting, Pradip!