Sumanta Roy - An Old Man

On my way
I saw an old man
Was walking,
A heavy bag
He was holding.
On that day
The sun was shining
Over the head heavily.
From every side
Warm wind was blowing.
On the way
There was some trees,
On the branches
Birds were taking rest,
I was looking those thing.
On the way
Suddenly, he stoped
And put on his body,
On the way.
Some people were gathering
They were just looking,
Not to do anything.
At the same
A thief stoled
his bag, what a shame.
We are so rough
Though we are human being.

Sumanta Roy

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