A human’s house..

I met a doctor and an engineer,

I met a lawyer and an actor,

I spoke to the politician and social reformers,

I walked with the army men.

I also was with a Hindu, a Muslim and a Christian,

I was the hunter and the guardian.

What did not find was a human.

There were professions and religions,

There were but no visions.

The world is walking on a rough path I was told,

The human however here was not sold.

I walked still in search,

I went to a temple a mosque and also a church.

The only thing I found was more professions,

They all lived with their own tensions.

I looked still wider in hope to find,

I knew still the whole world wasn’t blind.

Somewhere someone may have spotted a human,

Somewhere someone may be still a human.

I finally sat at a bench outside a house,

My eyes were a fast browse.

A small girl playfully came along,

She was singing to me a sweet song.

Then she asked me are you looking for me,

I did smile and said yes I looketh for thee.

She just said then come along and play,

You look tired stay for a day.

I will give you shelter for the night,

And some food packed for your further flight.

She did not know my journey had ended,

In a human’s house I had landed.

- Kunal The Poet - Kunal Dhiren Patrawala