An old man by the roadside

By the roadside,
Where the hawker sells his wares
And the lazy roam without any care.
Especially on the dusty afternoons
Where the wild flowers bloom
With hasty abandon
Under the harsh sun,
Sits an old man, who abides,
For his son to come.
He would tell his story,
If you just listen.
With tears that glisten,
He would tell you of past glory
Would you listen ?
Prompted at : OSI


  1. The old man from Pune
    Ten Days in a Molasses Spring
    as told by Lewis Carroll’s Bellman after reading Kipling

    By, but not near, the roadside of Pune
    Where the palmers do buy their fronds,
    The lazy sojers shout a-bak ole buffoon!
    Hi! look uterali! – but he never responds

    He abides and abides and mumbles his bun
    In his age-clouded eye pools a tear
    His sira is seared in the sun
    And it’s gray – oh so gray – from many a wearisome year.

    The ajlaf all tell how he fell from his post
    From the glory of serving the Raj
    No more can he strut, no more can he boast:
    Carting slops from the officers’ lodge.

    Photo source:
    An old man sits on a roadside pavement in the western Indian city of Pune
    copyright August 21, 2007.
    REUTERS photographer Punit Paranjpe
    All Rights Reserved

  2. to stop & listen "Where the wild flowers bloom"_

    many thanks for sharing this..

  3. Powerful question. I like to think I would. I hope so. Lovely poem.

  4. Your words take me into a different world. Yes I would listen.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s