Thursday, January 24, 2013

Retired...














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.