//The old man//

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    //The old man//

    One day 
    the old man fell in love
    ten years after 
    the death of his wife
    settling their children
    felt lonely and
    became scared of time
    for he failed to run with time.

    At seventies,
    he felt ugliness growing with him
    contrasting to the old values
    boxed in, 
    after collecting from the books
    felt pain
    each and every street of his body
    while carrying his regular groceries
    from the market
    like a stray dog that hardly pull it
    after several years of 
    its irrelevant barking
    in irregular times.

    He felt the dog in him
    growling anger at 
    each thing, each man, each change.
    Thus, 
    he wanted to love
    and be loved
    by a woman and
    felt his heart beating faster than before
    felt his automation has a new engine
    with a mind
    that gardened with many many roses.

    Even though he couldn’t
    exactly imagine a woman
    dreams dared not to cross his main gate
    he felt love
    jolting him to life
    in need of that woman 
    whom he never found
    till his last sigh.

    But he discovered love in him
    for one day he plucked,
    all the roses of all the colours
    that had been odorizing his mind
    since the time he senses his love itch
    and bundled it for a child 
    he knew only
    and kissed her his love
    one day.

    The next day,
    he found him ill for the last time

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