By Anuja Basnet
Wrinkled skin, arched back , sans teeth but with a sense of loneliness..
No trace of having lived life fully
Only a fear of being rejected...a fear of death looming large..
But again...
Not a fear of dying but a fear of dying without love and respect..
A fear of being a burden.
Got all the time in the world..
Those lonely long hours, no one to speak to, no one to understand
Considered an unwanted thing to be placed in a corner..
A corner where there is only darkness ...no light.
No one to blame... everyone 's got compulsions and in a competitive busy world, an old man has become redundant
He has given all through his life
We have taken all that we wanted to
Now what does he have to offer..
The old man has lived his life...now let me live mine ...along with it there are other harsh words ....but he can't hear them and that's a blessing now.
The times are changing and so are the hearts...an old man can't keep up
It's better he is left out.
Death.... from whom he ran away throughout his life ...
Has now become a long lost friend...that he's been waiting for..
Death...an only hope that can rescue him from this vague lasting pain which cannot be seen ...only felt within the boundaries of the old man' s heart.