Mahatma, The Man In The Mist Poem by jagadeesh j...p

one old man coloured grey
walked down and stood on beachside way
looked fragile and posed like gandhi
in the cool breeze that sounded like a bee

stood like a statue, stood like a stone
unnoticed and uncared by anyone
it's been long and tears roll down
for hunger made his stomach frown

it's night and all are gone
but man still stood all alone
unharmed by rumbling of storm
stiffened by cold winds turned to a shapeless form

oh! old man you are gone with the wind
and if babu returns he is like the man in the mist