//The old man//
One daythe old man fell in love
ten years after
the death of his wife
settling their children
felt lonely and
became scared of time
for he failed to run with time.
At seventies,
he felt ugliness growing with him
contrasting to the old values
boxed in,
after collecting from the books
felt pain
each and every street of his body
while carrying his regular groceries
from the market
like a stray dog that hardly pull it
after several years of
its irrelevant barking
in irregular times.
He felt the dog in him
growling anger at
each thing, each man, each change.
Thus,
he wanted to love
and be loved
by a woman and
felt his heart beating faster than before
felt his automation has a new engine
with a mind
that gardened with many many roses.
Even though he couldn’t
exactly imagine a woman
dreams dared not to cross his main gate
he felt love
jolting him to life
in need of that woman
whom he never found
till his last sigh.
But he discovered love in him
for one day he plucked,
all the roses of all the colours
that had been odorizing his mind
since the time he senses his love itch
and bundled it for a child
he knew only
and kissed her his love
one day.
The next day,
he found him ill for the last time
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