There he was
He was something whom no one could discover. He came, sat and again left. His face was a pleasure, people said. His mind had a lot to say, it seemed. But he sat there with sealed lips. Not a word, not a sound.He was all by himself. Not regretting the loneliness, but enjoying the solitude. He used to read, a lot. He had an amazing taste of books. His sight made my day. But now, he comes no more. The bench stands empty. He disappeared without a sign.