Down To Streets

Dressed in an old rags An old man in the mid of sixties Greyish white hair which fell across his face Unclean and tangled hair. Big bearded, looks like He had not seen razor for many days Greyish Moustache unevenly spread fall on his lips. One torn and dirty long bag hung on his shoulder. He wore one blackish coat worn out from many sides His pocket hung loose outside. His pants torn and worn out. Very old shoes fully worn out from front And the torn socks visible. Morning he comes begging Murmuring something in english It seemed that he was not in his senses. People were too afraid to go near him. Keeps on talking to self and to the passersby. Actually, he was from well off family. Well educated and retired from a good position. Initial days were good with family of three sons and wife. Followed by wife's death his sons took all his possessions And made him penniless. Being left with no choice Left his own house As his sons treated him badly Started sleeping in street. Years passed by, he was not in his senses. He ate quietly what ever people gave. Once on a heavy rainy day He was lying beside one shop. But on third day, he was found lying dead. Ambulance came and took away his body. Journey from own house down to streets..... ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014 © 2014. Geetha Jayakumar.