An old beggar by Pushkar Bisht

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An old beggar

An old beggar is sitting at the bus stop.
He does not have to catch any bus from the bus stop.
He has wrapped himself with a torn blanket from shoulder to knee.
He is neither too young nor too old.
He is very weak and lean.
He is very dark.
He talks to himself.
He is considering about something.
He moves his head left and right.
He looks very dirty and shabby.
The life is unbearable for him.
He is fed up with the life.
It is not fixed when he leaves the bus stop.
He is half-bald.
He speaks but his voice does not echo anywhere.
He covers some distance but stops somewhere.
He has some pieces of paper in his right-hand.
He walks from shop to shop but gets nothing.
He doesn’t know about his destination.

Pushkar Bisht

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poetry lover (8/28/2007 12:51:00 PM)
great write, nicely done