Long haired man with a gruff beard!,
Uncivilised, rustic, poor villager,
Although it's perplexing - he was neatly groomed.
Sitting silently,gazing at the buses,
And the people who jolted away!
He sat silently with mischievous eyes.
Prying into the horizon,
As if searching an old friend!,
Imagining how lives have turned around,
from last decade or so!
A trail of his thought wandered away -
He smiled in sarcasm, once more to say!
Everything changed, but psyche,
Because, all of us still behave like ruffians,
To find our place and keep it,
In this rushing competitive world!
