I thought of that guy
Who had no reason to smile and talk
He's just gravely idle
In that cheerful crowd
Never dared to join in the conversation
Decency showering from the graceful grin
And those horn- rimmed spectacles
Sharpened with blowing thin cheeks
Retinas that watch world with a peculiar vision
Heart that filters the impurity
Soul trickling rare satisfaction
An ideal of peace certainly..