One day, I saw a man…
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One day
I saw a man,
sitting alone,
outside a garden,
old and ragged
lost in his own world,
perhaps smiling
perhaps not!
He looked queer
strange and lost
but still profound
in his adrift stance.
Next day again,
I saw him there,
Still sitting the same way
Still adrift yet free!
And I asked him
if he was lost.
He eyed me
and then around me
at the crowd,
at the mayhem,
at the joys,
at the rush,
And then again at me,
this time,
smiling along,
a know-it-all smile
as if he didn’t listen,
as if he didn’t care,
‘Don’t pay attention to him’
a voice said, the gatekeeper
‘He’s mad’
But I asked him anyway
‘Sir, are you lost?’
He was still looking at me,
not a bit troubled
by the gatekeeper’s intrusion,
as if he didn’t listen
as if he didn’t care!
His eyes,
warm and dark,
as he said,
‘No, you all are!’
And sometimes
to this day
I look upon
at the sanity of this world
staring blankly at the sky,
at the meaningless voices
at the worthless chaos,
and I wonder
‘Perhaps, he was right!
Perhaps, we all are, indeed!’
