“Who’s there? Is that you Suresh?”
My trembling hand searches for the specs …
Though the specs are now unable to take   me in the light ray….
My vision    is becoming poorer day by day…
I search for my family members in every footfall,
But, oh God! Nobody comes to survive me from this hell…
“Old fool man”…..Now what I am……….
Everybody forgot what I did for them………
Beauty of nature spread in the sky, earth and in deep blue sea
But, oh lord! Why nothing is left for me?
Some old faded pictures, the specs and the stick,
Now my world is build on these three bricks,
I still try to sketch my lost dreams in the cloud….
I still love to get lost in the crowd…….
But, my body is too tired to move….
An unknown future is only what I have
This world is like a prison…where I am living alone…
Every hope is died here in this old age home,
After fighting a long life war…I am feeling asleep…..
So, oh God! Please take me to your lap…..