Physical nourishment is not his only need,
Some spiritual means are needed for a man to lead;
His discoloured hand with some black speckles,
Worked oneself to the bone, see those freckle;
Still cradles a smile which has lost lustre and brightness,
At one’s pleasure venom his blood with drink, sit there with lost eagerness ;
When I laid my eye on his bare swollen enormous feet,
So mucky, grimy, grubbly and soiled which on times bleed;
World termed him as ‘Man’ I called him
‘THE LONE SURVIVOR‘,
Sometimes I called him a hero ,He is a soul Revivor
The thirst he experienced and yearned for water,
No he was not a Tyro, many bricks he had slaughtered
You can see the harshness of his lips, the boldness in his voice,
The pompous nature he covers himself with wherever he hears any noise;
He sweats day and night to give his family the pleasure of food,
He has got many responsibilities, everyday he waters the roots,
He fights with perfidious people everyday,
His veracity might get honoured someday,
But how alone he survived with his pains,
The cramps fear him but how quiet he remains,
The lil’ lost vision infuriates him well,
But his bright soul makes him bear with all wherever he falls,
You call him by different names ‘Father’, ’Husband’, ’Son’,
I only call him ‘THE LONE SURVIVOR’, who tried to shine like the sun

By:

Ardima Bajpai

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