The Old Man

A Story by Archit

a fictional story about a farmer

It was year 1971. It was raining continuously for a few days and it had destroyed the crops of the farmers driving some of them to madness. An old farmer devastated but not mad was sent to a mental asylum by his family who thought that he was mad. He wrote a small poem for them.

Here is it-

I am not mad.

I may not be able to stand,

I may be as thin as a strand,

but I am not mad

I may not look grand,

maybe I have never got a friendship band,

but I am certainly not mad.

Sadly, he died a few days after and this poem was never given to his family and was tossed away like rubbish.