PAMMAL HARI-HANQUILL'S  POEMS;-

POEM II

OH! SINKING SHIP!

Battered by by-gone years,

Treading the path to hear death-knell,

No sooner than later,and

Unwanted  by likes and dislikes,

he is christened as "Octagenarian".

Remembering the halcyon and memorable days,

  Right from child-hood,

He lingers on the  un-enviable position viz.the OLD MAN.

He had the most industrious,

enviable,munificent earnings.

Where has all these gone?

The only answer can be ie."Natures"s Norms"

With"stout of heart and strong of limbs"-(Wordsworth-"Michael")

he toiled and toiled

only to be called as "past remembrances"

Now with corrugated and shrunken lines on temple,

and other parts as much as possible,

With sunken eyes and with blurring eye-sight

And his hair almost gone,leaving a few  patches here and there,

With almost deaf-ears,

With memories fading memories to the max extent possible and,

leaving a little remnant here and there

With pride and prejudice of -

excelling the vicissitudes of lfe,

With limbs movement shrunken,

to the max.extent possible 

Totally in contrast to the scrupulously obeying hands and legs(existed once upon a time ,

Now, He remains as a ematiated bundle of flesh and blood ,

waiting to  bid-adieu to the mundane world,

which is fastly approaching,

like a seasoned runner(better than what Dr.Roger Bannister did in "Four Minute Mile)

Upholding the Natrure"s norm-to be called as "Death"-the stony silence.