One could see him at
exactly when d village clock struck four times,
sitting by the window overlooking d sea...
His gaze was not ,the life on the gravel road but somewhere beyond...!!
There was a new flower on d window sill each day.But the flowers had been a blue rose each time..The old man had none he could call his own.
His thoughts were jammed like an old dilapidated broken down gramaphone..
His life he had lived with all compromises..
His dinner was just water for he wanted his only son to succeed and to change his stars..he would toil each day with a hundred chores and he had saved all his life's savings for some day when it would be required.He had never wasted a single moment for himself..
he built a house for his son,to live free.!!
He had fought the war so that his son could have freedom..
His son had grown up knowing his father..He seldom smiled or talked but continued his reverence for his had..
as a child never had he demanded any toys..He never really cared for what others spoke of him, never wasted time talking with the usual crowd near d village..
He had studied hard ,learnt every chore. His name was legendary in the poverty striken areas for his idealism..
His father had BEEN his only companion for as long as he could remember..
he was never a reveler but he too had lived his life in constant compromise with the elements...
the world as he knew was a jungle where only d strongest survived...
He had got a job on a ship.
The Royal Hercules set sail on the seas..
The high seas had engulfed the ship of his within a week on the white seas...
He had died with a thousand of unknown dreams,
tons of responsibility on him...
a life to live..
while the old man BY D WINDOW OVERLOOKED THE SEA WAITING FOR HIS SON TO RETURN...
Each day he would stare into the seas,
waiting for his only son to arrive like Sindabad from his travels....!!
sitting by the window overlooking d sea...
His gaze was not ,the life on the gravel road but somewhere beyond...!!
There was a new flower on d window sill each day.But the flowers had been a blue rose each time..The old man had none he could call his own.
His thoughts were jammed like an old dilapidated broken down gramaphone..
His life he had lived with all compromises..
His dinner was just water for he wanted his only son to succeed and to change his stars..he would toil each day with a hundred chores and he had saved all his life's savings for some day when it would be required.He had never wasted a single moment for himself..
he built a house for his son,to live free.!!
He had fought the war so that his son could have freedom..
His son had grown up knowing his father..He seldom smiled or talked but continued his reverence for his had..
as a child never had he demanded any toys..He never really cared for what others spoke of him, never wasted time talking with the usual crowd near d village..
He had studied hard ,learnt every chore. His name was legendary in the poverty striken areas for his idealism..
His father had BEEN his only companion for as long as he could remember..
he was never a reveler but he too had lived his life in constant compromise with the elements...
the world as he knew was a jungle where only d strongest survived...
He had got a job on a ship.
The Royal Hercules set sail on the seas..
The high seas had engulfed the ship of his within a week on the white seas...
He had died with a thousand of unknown dreams,
tons of responsibility on him...
a life to live..
while the old man BY D WINDOW OVERLOOKED THE SEA WAITING FOR HIS SON TO RETURN...
Each day he would stare into the seas,
waiting for his only son to arrive like Sindabad from his travels....!!
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