Gandhi, By the Bridge

By Gaurav Parab

Judgment passed by lesser men

I am unworthy now, I will not be worthy then

I walk with her fingers in my hand

On that bridge next to Deccan Bus Stand

She says something about the sparkling river

I am distracted by the answers I deliver

As we cross the third pillar on our right

I see an old man of around medium height

He is staring at that lone star in the sky

As she looks at me for a reply

I mumble something as we walk along

Something about that old man was wrong

I say goodbye, but she is not on my mind

I rush back to the bridge I left behind

The old man has that look in his eyes

He is sitting now, gazing at the skies

I am hesitant, since this does not happen everyday

I go up to him and speak, “Sir, is everything ok?”

He smiles and says, what is the time ?

I am relieved, and I tell him its almost nine

He clears his throat and says, I am doing great

Though I miss my mum, and her food on my plate

What happened to your mother, I ask the man

She passed away, before this century began

I never married ; she was the most precious to me

I am Gaurav Sir, my friends call me GP

He shakes my outstretched hand

An man of eighty and me by Deccan bus stand

I am sorry Sir, I never asked your name

Second name Gandhi, no other claim to fame

I smile back at his quick little joke

For the next five minutes none of us spoke

I thought something was wrong, so I stopped by

You thought this crazy old man was here to die ?

I shrug my shoulders and smile at him

You know I am a happy old man, I just look grim

I live alone by my house down that street

I keep an hour a day for me to eat

Then when the walls start closing in

I come to this bridge, and he breaks free into a grin

Don’t you have a sister or a friend somewhere?

Yes, they love me but they don’t care

They meet me every now and then

Only they know when I will see them again

Why did you stop by young GP?

I was looking for lessons Mr Gandhi

Lessons from an accountant! he shakes his head

There is a lesson in everything, his mother once said

On mothers and their sacrifices we discuss

God could not be everywhere, so he sent them to us

It has been an hour and I say I have to go

You were the first conversation in a year, you know

Thank you is all Gandhi has to say

As I am on my way

I look back and wave a quick goodbye

As a tear escapes his eye

I look up to nod at his mum in that star

I know I have to go very far

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