THE OLD WALKING STICK!🥍

Everyone knows that a stick obviously doesn't possess life but if it would, how would it feel when he lost a long time companion? A walking would have a lot of memories with an old man, but after his death, the walking cane would be alone! Imagining the feelings of a lonely walking stick, I write the poem —

                                     THE WALKING CANE

AN OLD MAN CARRIED A STICK WHEREVER HE WENT

AND THAT HELPED HIM TO WALK,

AT REGULAR INTERVALS, THE LONELY MAN, WOULD

WITH HIS WALKING STICK TALK,

ALL THE ROADS, THE STREETS, THE PARKS, THE CITIES,

THE EMPTY LANE,

THE OLD MAN WOULD WALK AND WALK AND TALK

WITH HIS ONLY WALKING CANE!

HE TOLD HIS SON WHO WAS QUITE TOO MODERN,

THIS BELONGS TO MY GRANDFATHER,

HIS SON IGNORED THE STICK LIKE A

GREY PEGION'S FEATHER.

THE STICK WAS HIS ONLY FRIEND, 

ACCOMPANYING HIM IN HIS OLD AGE,

VERY LOVINGLY UNTIL ONE DAY,

WHEN THE OLD MAN REACHED THE HEAVEN'S STAGE!

EVERYONE SOBBED, WENT TO THE FUNERAL,

ONE BROUGHT THE CANE TOO,

BUT AFTER THE OLD MAN'S DEATH EVERYONE THOUGHT,

THE CANE IS AS COMMON AS ME AND YOU,

NO ONE UNDERSTOOD HOW IMPORTANT PART

THE CANE HAD PLAYED, DURING THE OLD MAN'S LIFE,

IT HAD KEPT HIM HAPPY HIS WHOLE OLD AGE,

WHICH COULD NOT - HIS SON AND WIFE!

THEY SENT IT TO THE RECYCLE YARD, 

WHERE THE STICK WAS SUPPOSED TO DIE,

THE STICK WAS HAPPY, HE WAS GOING TO HEAVEN TO AGAIN,

BE ON THE OLD MAN'S SIDE.

                                                                                    ---K.NAG