The Isolation. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Sense of self he forgot
Walks here and there in street
Smiles a little, eats in odd times
The poor aged man, process of aging
His grey hair, broken teeth, wrinkled face
The helpless expressions, horrible thoughts
Confronting the ageism a worldwide problem
As human beings, community friendship vital
The isolation of self in the middle of crowd
Loneliness in aged ones a terrible thing
There it require the act of philanthropists
To ease the burden of ageism and take them along
It is the real love and justice to aged ones.