Come Again Sometime To Enlighten This Soul Groping In Unawareness Poem by Bashyam Narayanan

Will there be another time
I will be coming across or meeting you
A question that comes to my mind
Always when I cross a person
Of unique characteristics

The person could be a male or female
Young or old
In school uniform
Or in a casual, but tastefully-select attire
Even a beggar lying on roadside platform
Under a tree looking at a distant dream
A kid sitting in a car
Insisting parents to buy something
From a street vendor
An aged fruit seller
Impressing buyers on the taste of
Fruits of his basket
And so on and so many

May be that person’s trait
The way he or she looks
The way the person talks
The scent left behind
The careless freelancing ways
A striking beauty
And so many other things
That would have drawn me to them

May be this is the last ever time
I came across them

Whatever it is
I experienced an impact
Because of their presence around
And there arose a desire in me
To be near them or they be around me

Most of them I have no clue
As to what they are
Where they hail from
Where do they go and
For what purpose

Definite it is
I got impressed by some of their
My-attention-drawn qualities
And I would like to
Imitate them if given a chance

Each one had something to convey
And I was not able decipher the message
I see in them teachers
Indirectly and silently
Conveying great many things
Which my limited wisdom
Does not understand

That is why
I feel
Will there be another time
I will be coming across or meeting you

Come again sometime to enlighten
This soul groping in unawareness