Age and innocence

Grimy pavement stage
In the heart of bustling Bangalore
A two-man cast play
Much unnoticed much bore.
.
Not a street theater my friend
Poignant real life human drama
Of insanity, innocence
Poverty and passion
Of unique human relationship
Captured in vivid panorama.
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Blind old man, Aamir Ali
Wrinkled and curled up
Clothes ragged 
Yet to satiate hunger, in hand a cup.
.
Memory blank 
like his unseeing eyes
No track of Age
Just incoherent word lies.
.
Hands trembling, needs child-like
Alone and uncared, nothing fancy 
In grim parody Of Shakespeare’s seven ages of man
He regressed into infancy.
.
Boom! and then a miracle
One day, he wasn’t alone
Begging beside him, a little woman
Young mad radhika she was known.
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Close cropped hair
Tattered sari
Mentally retarded
not a comic book fairy.
.
Thus the old man was
Cared Like a father, like a lover
Innocent embraces
Flirtatious behavior.
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Her role changes even to mother
Grime washed from his face
Food he is fed
Life for them needs no pace.
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Difference in religion
Difference in age
Often a mockery
Hardly a barricade.
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Nurtured companionship, their little world
Now turned into a world of ethereal brilliance
Perhaps only death can break
This mutual reliance.

Based on a true story. Image pencil sketch.

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