Old Man Poem by valsala shan

Slumbers he in total oblivion in the corner of progress…
Clothes, tattered, torn and worn out…
Hanging on to the thin frame of his mess…
Weary and barely there, playing his time out…

Steps walking by him, totally blind to this frailty…
Thoughts whizzing past him, blank to this piece of humanity…
Eyes pretending not to gaze at this invisible figure….
Ears deaf to the pleas of an old beggar…

Old man, all alone in this rush of modernity….
Old man, wizened by the passage of time..
Old man, withered by the march of insanity…
Old man, forgotten by all sublime…

Where are you old man?
Where is the son, father and husband, old man?
Where have you submerged old man?

Drowned in this sea of cries….
Swallowed in this sea of pain…
Forgotten in the sea of lies…
Entombed in the sea of chains…

In the sea of chains…