In the Radience and Brightness of the rising Sun,
It was a cramped space
A Habitat for germs ; a dim light,
A place where time has forgotten,
Just like forest with overgrown trees and shrubs,
There is light on the side of the road in the distance,
He, walking briskly during the day,
He, with gray beard, courageous wristbands that stretch without a hitch to passengers,
With some the nominal coins he acquired
Many passers by had to hear his assailance
Rushed soon to the next tea shops, soon after the coins are collected,
Tea in a tea cup that is close to the actual price available,
Tea in a tea cup that is reluctant to combine all the juices,
He drank it in one gulp and walked first to the street and then to the ground;
In some places where the noise of the players is described
The games take place where fitness is checked daily; protected;
Ignoring them; he went down and walked through them,
Much faster than them ; in self-depreciation,
In self-reliance over physical fitness,
No one ever said a bad word to him,
He was not commanded to go away but some even asked,
There his lack of humility became beneficial,
On the other hand, he crossed the road several times. through the vehicle trainers,
As If they had become patient,
He made the U-turn and Y flew in the air and walked around
with the motorist lacking expression,
By which if it were any other he should be scolded
Many who once gave money was striked stones by him for not giving it next time,
Even those who had paid two or three times heard the assailable and walked away
He, not obeying any fear, rules or hesitations of society,
Despite giving so many times, there are many who have lost their dignity among the people,
Theirs was a look of a disdain for not documenting what had been given before,
As it is a temple ground; it is a threat to those who visit the temple premises'
Many saw his death ahead,
Many wanted it, though not intentionally,
In their imagination; one day lying dead beyond those bushes; He,
The painted sides of his tincase, the rhetoric within it,
Small items which can be used for many purpose
Even if the days are limited for he,
Some , he collected from the road,
Some of its notes about relatives that they were supposed to reach at least at the time of death
Relatives who do not reach out when wandering ; their circumstances,
Their views , its corresponding defects,
Someone who had to move out of the family partition ,
Someone who squandered all the money he got from there,
Someone who didnt think about tomorrow,
Someone who turned their relatives into enemies !
Someones whose relatives have become enemies,
He must have some of these !!!
No one knows any of those things-
How he become a beggar in this temple yard,
Those who dreamed of that lifeless body
were not few and far and near between,
That unconscious body was enough to give comfort to the mourners,
Even the view of death is bound up with circumstances,
Passerby's mind become a hell , and their thoughts grown so much for happened it as a curse;
But never they did such; because of humanity !
The death of someone who sows sorrow for many,
To some extent It is inevitable that time is of the essence
When the strings of morality are broken.....
All kinds of grief point to an opposite goal !!!
No one found out the tin box hidden among the bushes; any day
But Time never shown him to anyone in the morning, without life,
He began to enter into the deliberations of the temple committee,
He was told that the goods were running out
And asked if they would do any work on the temple,
He was willing to do it,
He saw another face of life; of enjoyment,
An emerging phase of a new one !!!
Then he started buying things with that money,
Then he saved the money and went to the bank,
When he deposited money in the bank on that lane and returned,
He was able to walk with the others as one of the large crowd,
After being unrecognisable to that deluge; the magic of Life !!!
If life had become a beautiful dream'
And If we had never been able to wake up from that dream !!!









© Uma.V.S