The Old Lady

Ahead the garden mid of the lane,

A lady seems there who wants to gain,

But the weary tires make her fail,

And stops her tensed boat to sail.

Her wrinkles tell, how old she is???

Her stick requests come and help me please,

But be a lazy girl of new generation,

I don't even try to understand her tension.

The story takes another flow,

One leg comes and helps her in just one blow,

One leg does what we can't,

He becomes the source of blessings,

Of that helpless aunt.

His stunt gives me such a shock,

For sometime, I behave like a stubborn rock,

That day all my laziness get murdered,

I truly realised, Who is really fractured!!!!