Friday, January 23, 2009

The theme provided to me by a friend I just tried to put words and make it a poem. And here it is:


If I don’t start and reach there early I know
Winding like serpentine, the line would grow
I cannot stand in this endless queue
My legs are weak, and I cannot pursue.

Though advanced by years, I too desire
To cover my shame and so I require
This long piece of cloth that would erase
Many a disgrace I very often face.


Outside my hut in this pitiable plight
I stand waiting to see if there’s some light
Came this gentleman, sent by the divine
With his help I was first in the line.

7 comments:

KParthasarathi said...

There are always kind hearted people to help the old and infirm in this insensitive world.The poem has brought it out and is touching indeed.

Shravan said...

i loved the last two line and its touching as always. :)

vim3 said...

People would be a little more considerate towards others if they would realize that one day they too could be in the same state, all it needs is a flip of fortune

manivannan said...

A heartfelt poem here! Very well written.

And your poem above is also excellent! A beautiful tribute to that selfless deed.

I'm unable to comment in the above post, so have commented here. The comment option is disabled. Plz check it out.

lakshmi said...

Thanks a lot Mr.Parthasarathi, Vim and Shravan.

lakshmi said...

Thanks Mani
As regards the comment option....I don't know why it happened, I have not disabled them. When I tried to post a thanks note....the same thing happened, but repeated trial brought the comments.

KParthasarathi said...

where are more poems from you