The day was rough and tiresome.
As I opened the window
Silent breeze brushed my hair
And the long curls tickling my nape.
A sudden chill ran inside and freshness regained
To get through this dullness
I intended to take a stroll in the cool atmosphere
Covering myself with a sweatshirt and shawl I made a start.
Merrily everyone in the streets were enjoying the climate
Dried leaves swirling on ground
And making crackling sound.
As I passed by,
I saw a man standing on a parapet adjacent to the road
He has a long beard and hair was completely dishevelled.
Clothes torn out and shoes worn out
He seemed to be a lame duck wandering on roads.
He rummaged his belongings from the satchel
Again put them back and sat there brooding.
Hands inside his pocket, searching for something
He pulled out a paper and a pen
And started scribbling.
I wondered what he was writing!
Few seconds passed,
He held the paper high
And read out the lines he scribbled.
I was taken aback at the words he was uttering.
Each and every line unleashed his deep pain inside
And also made rhyming run along in each line.
I couldn’t believe that a man who appeared
To be insane, wrote those wonderful lines.
A sudden screech interrupted my thoughts.
And I came back to the scenario,
I saw four people who were in white uniform
Rushed out of the van and caught hold of the stranger.
The stranger started yelling and wriggling
Struggling to get out of their clutches
But, he couldn’t set himself free
And surrendered to those men in white.
The van started with an abrupt screech
And left field.
I stood there feeling lousy
For the stranger’s helplessness.
Never again did I see him there
And never heard his words of pain.