My Mystery Man | RedPaper.in
By: Raksha Srinivasan | via Write-for-RedPaper
He walks alone with a stealthy stride,
no companion by his side,
walks the way with a sturdy foot,
his companion is his pride.
His eyes, they don’t reveal his pain,
they keep the world in the dark.
His face turns pale when worry strikes,
but glows when happiness embarks.
My Mystery Man he’s simple, in words and deeds and thoughts,
ambitions counted not!
Hopes to find simplicity, in collected treasures by lot.
His treasures! his treasures, they aren’t silver, gold or penny,
his treasures they are those, who will stand by him, when troubles numbered, are many.
My mystery man is kind and tall with generosity reaching heights,
but if you have nose in the clouds, you would miss its worthiness lost in bright light.