On the second floor of the aged house
Lived a true man filled with grouse
He was past eighty close to ninety
Lost his parents long back, brother very recently
Sans high certificates or degrees, baldy was wise
I oft felt unhappy at his piercing eyes
Wearing a "lungi" he woke up at four
Prayed to his God whom he never met before
that fateful night the third of May
He bade me goodbye and danced away
The room was large hearted ,cement floor,asbestos roof
Ceiling of bamboo strips woven painted white
Large windows fully glass paned with clear glass
Walls old with winding snakes of termite mud
Eastern window,Western window,Southern window
Small attached bath,toilet complete with telephone shower
Aluminium bucket ,aluminium mug, cheap Lifebuoy soap
I never saw him unhappy , never saw him sad
The old man played his role in an excellent manner
Acted as a role model.. lesson for me as a teacher
He was a sage .. I can't call him a preacher
© Bishwanath Mukherjee