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 ...
Giving wings to my vivid imagination, I am here to write my own poems, articles, short stories, etc. based on anything that really comes to my mind...I also like to share funny posts and my experiences about my two lovely pets. I am a student and writing is my passion. It is my hobby as well as pastime.