I don't enquire his broken elbow,
His breakfast date or half aged umbrella
We never spoke, neither did we smile
He's a character I look up to everyday.

He wore glasses, starched shirts and
Ate at a local hotel all day,
In his ancestral home haunted by-
Bushes, he lived alone with a window pane.

I see me, a generation of threatening
Solitude when I see his barely made way
Nobody knew the exact reason
Nobody read his palms, he was alone.

I look for him everyday, the old man,
I imagine the gentle engineer he was,
Today he's dying a little every season
With the mangoes and its roots invading.