In the woods,alone a blind man searches..
For what number of people ask..
Yet in silence he searches..
A light spot from afar,that keeps moving away,he chases it..
Yet that light spot keeps escaping,keeps leaving him behind..
A whisper by wind,asking him,what do you search..
And the man just doesnot answer, still continuing the search..
A friend,a man wearing yellow garb,a peacock feather as crown..
Or a man with a bow and arrow,in simple garbs, wandering alone..
Who does the blind man search..
In the long gone woods,where only thing left behind is echos of laughter,of a child..
When did he began this search..
