Like a Queen Bee among the army of ants, I found him seated amidst people going hither and thither
From a fragile soul lost in thoughts from afar..
With diminishing distance, revealed to me a life tied to wheel chair with eyes wandering in the oblivion
Trust me! the deepest waters could be found not in the Ocean but human eyes layered with fear and hope.
Many tapped him, Many shook hands.
Unfolding stories of glory and magnanimity, they cherished bonds and even created some.
He couldn't respond; he may not have wanted to.
Like a mere spectator, he just sat there letting people write and rewrite..
the scripts & climax of a story.. his life.
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