Seventy? Who? Me? Poem by Deepak Manchanda of Delhi

This path so far travelled

I see, and then look ahead

To kick the can

I see littered across it



Over the hazy view ahead

Through the dusty window

With my finger

I draw- a smiley.



Across the surface

Of these still depths

Of my mind

I skim a pebble to bounce

And watch- the gentle ripples.



In the book I live

The binding still smells fresh

There are many pages left

And I cannot resist a peek

To see the end.



The end that may be.

That may be

The side that is Right

Or the side that is Left

But surely the funnier.



Seventy? Me?

(Now, did I hear that right?)







Deepak Manchanda

Sep 05,2019