The illiterate man
He stood up from his desk,
after finishing the last report.
He sat in the cab,
reading his newspaper.
In silence,he gulped in
each and every word-
and left once he reached,
without reading the cab driver's smile which said "Good day".
His wife greeted him with a kiss,
which he shrugged and left.
His son ran and gave him a hug,
which he never returned.
The dog, stayed just where he was,
as he knew the man too well..
He knew the man possesed no knowledge,
to know what was love.
The illiterate man went back to his study,
and took out the fattest book on Law.
All this while, the wife stood by the door..
Waiting for just a smile.
As soon as dinner was over
he went to bed,
never so much as glancing at his wife,
who lay beside him, waiting.
Waiting, for him to read her love,
just now, just once..
This successful man,
oh what a pity!
was just an unlucky illiterate..
As he never learnt to read.
Read, those smiles of love,
those expressions of care,
those hugs of expectations..
He was an illiterate man,
who never learnt to really read and write life.