Each step producing a creaking sound, I resumed my morning walk after A decade may be? I am still round. To little ones it may bring laughter. A pandemonium of parrots, A group of boys in their morning drill, That old woman's balance so fine that The pot on her head yet remained still. Resembling a pregnant male sea horse A crowded bus was moving across. Wiping my face then, I took a pause. A couple of stray dogs pushed me fast. A few girls and boys carrying big Bags behind, brought a nostalgia. My smart yellow military bag! Where is it now? I lost that too. Ha! Like someone who had made up is mind At last, deciding to just go back To where he started to perhaps find What he was searching elsewhere yet lack That something, I went with a purpose Back home all wet wishing for a good Coffee followed by a hot bath. Yes! That day passed too! I did nothing good!
My visualisation for these stanzas yielded a picture that A fragile old man tottering in mid-morning near a lung-of-city in an urban street during rush hour; He sighted crowded public transport while students rushing to school with their paraphernalia gives off instalment laughs at his gait. He wonder How the pot of curd Balanced on twisted turban head while Vendor walks Swinging both her arms Like a stiff soldier! He retuned home thinking of delicious coffee brew immediately after his out from cold shower. With little walk the walker enervated and realised it is futile to go for walk without drinking delicious filter coffee! Having been an addict of coffee, Certain level of caffeine essential for body before re-commencing any regimen which was given up for some reason. Good one sir a tad nostalgic. Rain or shine keep posting your poems that exudes elan. Regards. God bless.
That was a good attempt in capturing the events @Thyagarajan, but there are a few things subtle - to name one, the man who resumes walking after a gap, need not be fragile or old. And he is swaying between being hopeful where he registers all events happening around him or that he sees, and feeling dejected, as he is forced to his immediate needs like coffee and a bath, wallowing in self pity. Thank you for your response and for encouraging me to write. Will try that, sir. -rgs
