On the final round of my daily jog
He stops me, curiosity in his eyes
“You look old but not that too old
Yet you look fit with a good gait,”
Says he with some smile and hope
“Not so fit, yet I try to do my bit
To keep things in one place,” say I
He moves his huge frame to side
Makes way for me to pass ahead
“Would you help me to run a round?”
Asks he again, forcing me to doubt
His intentions, yet I give him my ears
“Want to shed it,” says he showing
Me his growing paunch all around
“Like you,” he pants, I cover shyness
“Breath slow but steady, I tell him
Shut up your mouth and run on”
He now hangs all hopes in his pursed lips
And throws his extra weight all around
Each time he pushes himself up to me
He looks at me like a child seeking approval
My aching legs plough the track heavy
Already I know this cannot be too long
But I run all the way keeping pain aside
For at least he could feel better tonight.
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