I Read The Old Man A Book
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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In the falling light of day
I read the old man a book.
Stories of love, enmity, deceit
Jealousy, betrayal, sacrifice
All from one author's mind
One penning hand
Some very short some too long
But nowhere do I find
He has taken a stand
On virtue and vice
Right and wrong
Belief faith
Destiny fates
Nowhere asserts
If he is theist atheist agnostic
Nor invokes god
Praise or curse him.
I read and the old man nods
in the falling light of his day!
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