Not for him, rimless or half rimmed
Or the colourful, fashionable shades
He just wore the big black glasses
And adjust it when he needed
You wouldn't catch him ever, in cap/hat varieties of those
An umbrella was just fine, for wind, rain and sunshine
And though a shirt whenever, needed to step out of home
This dhoti clad man, had never the need for a pant
Wiping his sweatened brow, with the same towel for bath
Why carry a kerchief in pocket, when a towel perched at shoulder
The long gone simplicity, this man carried for our land
He reminds us why a car, when the walk/cycle suffices
Rest assured are such men, speak less and touch feet in respect
Will stay few in number, until the dawn of wisdom rises
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