The whispers of
a lonely old man
heart rending words,
muttering,
sitting all alone
in the dark.
The small room
lighted only by
flicker of a
dim lampshade
on an old
soiled worn out
side table,
with a few
old books,
a writing pad
and a pencil.
His only companion
a parrot chatting
as if to
tell him to
speak louder.
A deafening silence
overshadowed by the
weariness of the
dark quiet room
made it a
bit scary.
The old man
nurtured with cereal
made by an
old dumb maid
living next door.
Loneliness had almost
consumed him,
except for the
sparkle in his
deep sunken
dark sad eyes.
His wrinkled face
full of wisdom,
smiling softly so
subtly as if
he had no care
in the world
at all,
but the secrets
of the sages
within him.
Such is the
heart God dwells.
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