THE OLD MAN by BrijKaul

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path to the garden of Roses.

                                                 

               The old man hobbled down the cobbled street

                   perspiring profusely with intense prickly heat

ambling on languorously

A fleeting

moment to relax a while

standing around stile

A stranger with broad smile

holding old man’s hand to climb

over the small fence into park.

A sprawling one with huge trees

the birds chirping on the branches.

Listening to the cacophonic gaiety

the old man enjoying the filial piety

The symphony

of the mellifluous singing

rejuvenated his low spirits

in a flash he picked himself up

trudging along the path to peep

through the garden of the roses

intoxicating scent enlivening old man

to sensuous divine sleep.

  with wide open eyes

looked askance up

into

the deep blue skies.

 

 

 

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