In that not at all crowded lift,
You sit on the truth.
You do not have any series of question
‘You are Mum’
It does not make much difference
If you are deaf, dumb or blind.
‘You are old’
You will not be able to do much if the lift
Comes to an end someday.
The walls, the dust, the floor
The vacuum and that bloody long tube light
Loves you.
But the green grass hates you.
‘You need a replacement’
Someone strong to sop Tsumani
And someone soft to define my love.
There is not much difference
Between the Old Lift Man in NIMHANS
And God.
8 comments:
This is the Line for me . Where did you get the inspiration from..
*There is not much difference
Between the Old Lift Man in NIMHANS
And God.*
thanks a lot Sachin.. i saw this Old lift man once i went to NIMHANS
Very practical and deep thinking , I’m impressed.. :)
likhte raho..
Why don't you post the explanation you send me by mail? I think that will give a better understanding to your poem. Just my suggestion.
-Deepa
do u really think that i should post the explanation also.. dont u thinkn that will restrain the readers in their understanding to the poem? let me know
yes Paras.. for the poor reader as me ... ;-)
deepa
oh dont underestimate urself. Ur one of the intelligent reader i have come across. Thanks a lot anyway
I saw this liftman too, and was not inspired to create- thats the chasm between u and me, superb piece of creativity..keep writing...
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