I Saw The Old Man Cry
Beside the lake
near the duck pen
a year down
drifting by me
there he
rowing your boat
saw me
watching you
in desperate passion,
his lonely look.
In the library
above the duck pen
six months back
bent and absorbed
soaking up
volumes
in your sophomore
and I digging for more
digests for you
I saw him smile
as he dusted
the racks,
hope filling his eyes.
In the garden
overlooking the library
a month ago
that rainy day
you pelted
the bunch of lily
on me
he heard you shout
your angst at me
pruning the hibiscus
he beamed
and I winked at him,
his faith reborn.
In the cafeteria
beside the garden
in the autumn chill
in late evening
I saw his face
contort as he saw you
an hour ago
when you shrieked
and jumped
shouting yes I do
yes I do at me
turned his back
hiding his eyes
clearing the table.
I saw the old man cry,
tears washing away
all the sorrow.
..........Ramakant-Pande
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