The Final Chapter

While walking down the stairs with a stick supporting his frame , With wrinkles and shadows, tempting him look drain With those lifeless seeming eyes , which had no more spark, I saw a wise man , being hospitalised in the dark .. In the darkness that surrounded , along the lane he passed , With mixed of emotions , wandering what new it was ! With clear acceptance , he closed his eyes As if he was used to with it , Nothing special that night ... Suddenly air started blowing , as if wanted to embrace him , To give him a hope , a reminder to win , It blowed off in such a way, that alll the stillness faded off , But that wise man with white beard , could not show any response to that ..... It felt as if that man , was tired of all , Once a young boy with a dream , was now ready to accept this fall , I found that he wanted to say something hidden in , But the fighter inside gave up , and turned pale beneath his skin ......