Do you pass like this every day?
Through the shallow woods,
With your eyes downcast
Lost in the intensity of your thoughts,
Left to the integrity of their present.
Do you realize that when you pass like this,
Unperturbed by the worlds around you,
You create the epitome of perfection?
Which imperfect souls like me yearn for.
You seem like a portrait left out there in the open,
For people to decipher and attach meanings.
Have you ever realized the way I leave
My gaze to wander and waft around you?
Sometimes when I see a beam of sunshine flowing
Passionately towards you, escaping the crowding branches,
And finally finding that perfect spot on your face to rest.
No, I think you observe none, not the world, not even me.
You just pass the shallow woods, with downcast eyes
And I just stand there watching you pass by.