The footprints of the past
you may think he is a beggar
oh no......
it is my own picture ...
its my life after some years...
In the silence of the night..
and the glittering light from the lamp post
I think of my past and glorious life
I felt days where under my feet
and its all about matching pace with the speed of time
Days and nights passed...
my legs are feeble now, and the body is weak as well
memories are faded and hard to identify the-
figures and people come in front of eyes
feel the hands and legs, a burden of the body...
eyesight has been poor by this time
and shaded images move ahead my eyes...
The tree is my support and the the plat form is my support
My hands may shiver, but mind is firm,
my legs may fail to move as fast my youth hood
but I know my present life is to
remember my past....