Grey-like dust formed,
surrounded with harsh apprehension,
He stood tall, like the tallest statue ever,
where the sycophants lurked under his mammoth shadow,
He knew it all, grabbed the existence minutely.He was the light bearer, the code -giver, a thought to the ignorant;
voice loud and eccentric adding stars to his stoic caricature.
He toiled when it rained
rubbed his worries, folded them back in his pocket only to give flowers made of paper;
such was his girth, I knew the tremors his foot felt,
while walking towards the right reason.
He bathed in pain, often, fastened his mishaps,
Like the shimmering stars, the glow of the moon,
was his flickering smile.
P.S-TO THE MAN IN MY LIFE.