He reflected deep into the depth,
As usual, pondering over something,
which from a distance I see him
trying hard to achieve something..
Something we never heard of,
something we never care for
What makes him look deep into emptiness,
continuing since what it seems to be
ages, not stopping for a moment to breathe,
his shaky hands reaching out
towards the emptiness, passersby move,
they mock and laugh, some more serious,
stand like me to watch
the young lad reflecting so deep,
tears rolling down his barren cheeks-
tattered clothes among the jewels,
filthy skin among the fresh- a perfect
stigma to the rich society.. as they say
Yet he doesn't hear, or does he
deaf, pretend to be?
Is he reaching out for someone he knows?
Trapped in the embrace of waves,
or is it that the money he begged for lost?
I couldn't just help pondering over...
"Mister, what are you searching for,
in the absolute nothingness, in the dark?"
I said, and touched him gently
but for him, I was a shark.
No reply, assured he couldn't get
what I said, or perhaps not so gifted with
this ability we take for granted.
He continued, I looked at him with deep passion;
to try to behold, the reflection of him
in the depth of the river below-
he had never seen.
But Alas!
Again all his tries in vain, he still can't see
can't see though the cascade reflects the image-
it dawns upon him the reality,
He's worthless, nothinged to all
Alas! He was born without a voice,
without sound, and without a sight...
