After the cruel, abrupt downsizing
The man leaves the office, forever
Face downcast, a bag in hand and
Few memories in a grieving heart.
The boulevard does not look like
The one experienced in the morning
Of the wintry New Delhi—crisp and smiling
And the crowded paths, pavements, similar, yet different!
Daily, years together, the man, now in 50s, walked the
Lanes and by-lanes of the Connaught Place
Afternoons, post-lunch, in the company of
Colleagues and friends from the nearby offices for Chai.
All that is past, within 24 hours! He stands at the same spot, near the
Tea vendor; being ignored by the same set; except the stray dog that wags its tail and
Yelps—in pure, friendly delight—at the forlorn man that daily
Fed the emaciated, spurned dog—bread with loving hands!
@Sunil Sharma
tragedy though personal , touches heart of readers. words lucid , bare , and thus they resonate more ! kudos ,
Thanks dear bhai Abu.
An experience most dreaded by the contemporary man brought out in the poem in an easy, lucid manner.
Thanks a lot for your kind words.
A sensitive and poignant portrayal of an unexpected turning point in a modern man’s life.Superb.
Thanks dear Vijay for your appreciation.
A finely rendered critique of contemporary society.With inimitable ,incisive compassion the author lays bare to the reader’s gaze the vicissitudes that have to be experienced by the many in order to gratify the greed of the few.
That the future is so very unpredictable whether of our status or people’s attitude is portrayed sadly by the poet
Thanks a great deal for your kindness!
As usual, better than my humble poetry—your incisive critiques. choice of words. Insights. Thanks dear Louis.