Enigma of Man
Words by Sheenam Sharma
In the deep end of the woods, his eyes gleam with a crystal hue,
Collecting drops of the morning dew…
He often vanishes into his hideaway,
He’ll fi nd his way back, never mind, they say…
Learning how to feel,
With a thousand thoughts to conceal…
A free soul, hard to comprehend
In a world where he’s meant to pretend…
Merely playing a role in surreal memories that blur,
He remains an enigma to her…
