The Story Man

A Poem
There lived a story man,

Who collected stories

From various people

He usually met

He stored those stories

In his glass jar

And climbed a mountain

When the sun began to set

And the sky was lit with

Moon and blanket

Of twinkling stars,

To meet his lonely friend;

The single tree

He would sit on

A small rock,

Then smile at the tree

While opening the jar

To let go of the stories

Which he had collected

The stories now became

The feelings and memories

Of the lonely tree

Of that wonderful mountain.

By :- Vasu Gangapalli