Along a bridge sat an old man,
staring at the sky, like an insane,
But, alas, he had lost his both legs,
that is why he seems to beg,
with a long white rugged hair, holding crouches of pair,
his clothes were in rags, with no one to care

He wished his death to be near, for his heart bled, Iris shed tears,
cursing almighty for giving a lame life,
unlucky to have a caring, beautiful wife,

deep in the mind was sorrow, for not a soul will pity over his grave,
when he would vanish into earth's crust,
to be a part of nature's dust.