The Story Of A Man Poem by Ponniah Ganeshan

His legs have become two wheels
And his eyes two electric bulbs
He drives his body on the roads of life
The roads concrete made,
With large dips and dives, here and there.
There are places for parking
And he stops and takes rest,
And then moving and moving,
On the horns of a dilemma.
There were days he fell sick
There were days, he met accidents
And warded in the garages, for repairs with pain
Recovered and then, started moving again.

At last, I could not see and hear him,
Blowing his horn and whistle on the road
He is no more on the road.
He is no more to be seen.