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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Three pairs of old legs and three strong sticks, everyday have a stroll, in every dynamic evening, when the sun is brick red, and the chirping birds returning home. They don’t know what gifts the morning sun, has for them, on the next day, for it is known, nothing less than death and nothing more than another day’s wait, for the ever awaiting death. “My daughter in law today gave me a single piece of fish but herself had two instead” said the oldest folk with the weakest legs, but with the strongest stick. The other old man said, “I had none, but I suspect they had some”. The thinnest old man said, ”My son didn’t get promotion, So my daughter in law, gave me a day’s starvation.” A gush of wind interrupted their talk. All the twelve old eyes saw the dry leaves, being swayed away by the young and fresh wind. “See the message of the time, The old being eliminated, at the onset of the young”. One of them said. Then they returned to their respective homes, looking at the returning birds, returning back into the horizon. Together the old men said, “Hope we shall meet tomorrow at the same time, at the same place”. The next day, the morning sun shined brick red. The chirping returning birds brought in its wake, the fateful evening. From the road along the east, came the strongest old man, from the Western avenue, came the other old man. While along the south on the road, nobody except a torrent of wind came, which swayed the dry leaves into the sky, and the dust into their old eyes. One of them said, “Look our eldest brother deceived us and went away together, with the soul of the withered leaves, terminating his wait. But, we still have to wait. Hope to see you next evening, at the same time, at the same place."
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