Who was he?
He stood right there behind the door,
Sometimes I found him on the seashore,
Nobody around me but I felt his presence,
Was he alive or was he from heavens?
I could see him but nobody else could,
Maybe he was someone who always wanted to stay in the anonymous hood,
I always heard him walking with me down the staircase,
He never willingly showed his face,
Something was with him which was too serious,
Something which was too mysterious,
Days passed and he was never here again,
He is now gone with the rain,
Nobody saw him and is no longer felt by me,
He was here with a purpose but who was he?