A crazy man was sitting on the track of the park.
He was quite mum.
Nobody wanted to help him because he was mad.
All of a sudden, he started to murmur.
He was not clean and neat.
He puts his slippers beside and one coin also.
His slippers were not in a good condition.
He smiled at me.
He had no tension.
He was saluting every walker and passer-by.
He had folded his pant upto knees.
He watched at everyone.
He was very hungry and thirsty as well.
Nobody had a great mercy on him except me.
Pushkar Bisht