Author Subramanya Bharathi Did you think I too will Spend my days in search of food, Tell petty tales, Worry myself with thoughts, Hurt others by my acts, Turn senile with grey hair And end up as fodder to the relentless march of time As yet another faceless man? Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 4 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments