He was strolling slowly
With sunken eyes
For a long journey
Which is, yet to be covered
Looking very far
Astonishingly
He slowed down
During the turns
He was trembling
With some abrupt fears
Fear of hurdles
And Fear of age
With every step
He took ahead
He was brooding very hard
And felt fear of death
Looking at him
First, I thought
He was not in a mood
And had a bad day
But, gazing towards
earth
With a drooped face
His wet eyes were
saying that am retired today.
