A Man dies

December 1, 2008 at 5:22 am Leave a comment

Before the dilapidated ancestral home,
In the warm afternoon sun he sits,
In his old wooden chair,
Utterly alone.

The blood he shed, Men he killed,
The power he wielded,
The world that squirmed under his legs.
Are all lost in the haze of time,
Age does things to Men.

But in vivid hues as of the sky after rains,
His love dances in his heart,
His faltering steps find rhythm in his wife’s arms.
His daughter tango gracefully with a grin,
Alluring and beautiful.

The women who filled his emptiness,
The women he lived for,
The women he lost.

He slumps in his chair;
And dies.

A vagabond puppy comes and sniffs,
What the fuss !

PS : Inspired by the final scene from Godfather III when Micheal Corleone dies.

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