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The Old man of Merces1

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The Old man of Merces1

The Old man of Merces  

His wrinkled face bearing slaps of time
His eyes barren like a desert starved of rain
Glittering they must be during his prime
Crumbling body holding spirit in chain

His trembling hands resting on knees
Sinking and floating in thoughts deep 
Oblivious of dry leaves falling of trees
Looking exhausted from lack of sleep

Unloved by loved ones abandoned by friends
His profile silhouetted like a ship aground
Tired of beleaguered life’s twists and bends
Wishing his soul ascended the chariot Heaven-bound

A loveless life senseless for him
Agony and heartache ceaseless for him
The society appears as heartless for him
A longer living meaningless for him

My heart urged to stop by and greet
His souring thoughts from confines of chest release
The man with love and compassion treat
But alas my tongue isn’t Portuguese

Each day in the morning cold
The snow-haired I found, resting on a boulder
Wearing a coat lusterless and old
With the muffler around neck hanging over shoulder

After absence of few months as I return
I find him no more on the boulder dozed
Like boiling waters in vapor turn
Seeing everything with eyes closed

With spirit in bondage and soul in chain
The picture of despair in a society blind
The symbol of affliction, anguish and pain
The venerable old man I failed to find
 1 A small town in Sintra District in Portugal


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  1. Date: 11/29/2011 4:57:00 PM
    Your talent describes the homeless man with such sensitivity. The words you use are so alive with meaning and emotion it isn't hard to see his pain. Beautiful verse!

  1. Date: 9/11/2011 3:33:00 PM
    What did happen to the poor man? What a composition and an intriguing story.

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    Date: 9/11/2011 9:13:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Dear Taha, Thanks for admiring the poem. The Old man was never seen again. I still go to that site for a walk. Presumably, he is dead. Some charitable organization must have paid for his funeral. In my travels and stay in Nigeria and Portugal I have come across several such people whose life inspired me to write about them. Some of them I have mentioned in my memoirs..
  1. Date: 5/29/2011 4:45:00 PM
    Unless we walk that mile, we find it difficult to understand. You write with an empathy for the common man. This one goes to my favs. Vince

  1. Date: 2/25/2010 9:18:00 AM
    You describe a lonely, beaten man quite convincingly. Powerful words. Peace & Blessings Matthew Anish

  1. Date: 2/22/2010 10:29:00 AM
    Thank you for sharing your poetry with us today Mohammad. Wishing you a wonderful week filled with inspiration. Love, Carol