Ajit Das


The Cripple - Poem by Ajit Das

Bent on a pair of crutches
he makes his tentative move.

Stretching the left crutch
he feels his balance,
then with a slow, sidelong jerk
pulls the right hand crutch;
his frail body shivers, then steadies.

After a few steps, he stops,
inhales with a bellowing chest
the fresh morning air,
leaning on the crutches
and the memories of the days
when he was a part of the world.
He now lives outside.

A couple of joggers trot past him.
A limping dog leaves him behind.
The backdrop pins him
a sagging figure, incongruous
on the tapestry of life.

Slowly he looks up, starts afresh.
A rhythm peculiar to him
measures his steps on a scale
of new, resolute move.

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Comments about The Cripple by Ajit Das

  • Rajnish Manga (11/3/2015 1:15:00 AM)


    You have portrayed with perfection the mindset and movements of a man walking with the help of crutches. Amazing poem. Thanks. I quote: The backdrop pins him / a sagging figure, incongruous / on the tapestry of life. (Report) Reply

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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (11/3/2015 12:50:00 AM)


    Truly inspiring poem, last stanza was amazing...Loved it....Ajitji....Slowly he looks up, starts afresh.
    A rhythm peculiar to him
    measures his steps on a scale
    of new, resolute move.
    I invite u to read my poems.
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  • Simone Inez Harriman (11/3/2015 12:27:00 AM)


    I sense a new beginning from the blessing above. Lovely poem Ajit. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 3, 2015



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