The Wintry Crippled

This poem escaletes the empty formalities shown by todays human beings in the society.The poem asks the readers whether humans have degraded to that extent.

The floor with flaccid cotton

That had no buttons.

The roof of bluish curtain

That never looked certain.

The old crippled, as old as winter

Came out of the shady haunt

Dressed in rags

And gave me a wintry smile.

I looked at him with utmost humanity

But he looked at me with extreme cruelty

But why?

Who’s accountable in making him so?

Might be! He was fade up

With humanity full of snobbishness

Or the empty formalities?

He just drifted off me                                                                       

With ragged and raged

Dragging and ragging

As if, not concerned with my human look.

Then I realized, the humans

Have degraded to such an extent

That even the doomsday doesn’t have the answer

Then what’s the answer????