The Lost Man

By Devansh Agarwal

Today I met a man

Searching for his house

None gave a damn

Because he wasn't an empty soda can

He was a man

He Looked broken

More alive than him was the adjacent park's snowmen

Eyes tired, beard outgrown, clothes tattered

To him finding his home was all that mattered

He walked hastily asking everyone around

All of them gave him a look as if they saw a hellhound

I asked him, 'who are you?'

He looked at me in silence

I asked if I could give him some guidence?

He still stayed mum?

I began to think, 'was this fellow dumb?'

And suddenly a cold breeze sent down my spine a shiver

I realised I was on a pavement facing a roadside barber shop's mirror...

I was the broken man

Looking for his home

Lost everything

Roaming with a false hope

I wished if someone could hug me

And let me know that I am alright

That I am not a devil

Just a light not so bright...

I'm lost, and I just can't fight...

I'm tired, I want to go home...

Everyone left me and I am all alone...

I guess I have to hug myself again on my own...

By Devansh Agarwal