A SHRINKING WORLD

Huge it was, with vast space, plenty of people, and widely open skies;

Now in a room or two, around his bed, wash room n table, in a mess, shrunken it lies.

Umpteen number of people he met daily; heard he sometimes, screams, even their cries

There was noise, commotion, laughter; very many hellos n also good byes

Traveled he widely, using his passages free, especially where Air India flies.

Restrictions age brings n accept this everyone must; this we know, n one definitely tries

But when pain intense becomes, n movements restrictive, then one often cries

Then in helplessness utter, in self-pity n frustration, one sometimes inward pries

Prays to God, appeals to docs many, or Gurus; tries till every tear dries

At last, in his little by little shrinking world, a slow suffocating death he dies

Armin Dutia Motashaw