Platonia Poem by Upendra Majhi

While wandering in a township called Platonia
I saw an old man in a stretcher,
carried by four men,
then, put in a wheelchair,
then in a car, word OOLAPCwritten on it,
Another oldman who got down from such a car,
crossed the road, like an infant, one step at a time,
tottering and trembling, as helped by the policeman,
but traffic light had changed into deep PURPLE,
and policeman blowing a whistle
long and eerie like the song of kingfisher.