you see an old man
then you realise what you can
you are a puppet in the hand
of the ground on which you live on
you remember
you go near
you see he is paralyzed
as if his hands and legs are tied
somehow he walks to his friend
and hugs his friend with the hand which was behind
old pal laughs and gives a sympathetic look
and each other feel happy and young days pleasure they take
it is a picture, i see everywhere
while i walk from main road to bylans square.
old man sitting alone
old man realizes, his time has gone vacant and unshone
see young man, woman, hurriedly they pass on
pale eyes glitter as water rolls on.
so this is all a life call
some amount of energy packed in a doll
energy detoriates with the time
with which he completes life quite fine
living become inert -inert rides on
on mother earth -stone, seed separately glides on
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good image of an old man.