“Old-man”- a Poem by Ankit Thebe

Forgive me! My Old-man
If I’m late
The stormy wind sailed the boat
To other end

Should’ve heard thunder
Inside your voice
‘Blind am I’?
Never saw the lightnin’

Sheeped the falling star
Everything drowned
Would you still hold these dirty hands?
The shepherd back home.

Washed ashore
By the blood of yours
The shadow resurrects, to see the sun
Planted with the seed of faith….

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