A poem

It was a beautiful shiny morning,when I saw a man on the ground standing alone in a crowd on the ground passing little scholars near by him on the ground he looked simple ... no stylish shoe no stylish cloth.. A true simple gentleman with kind and humble nature unlike others man in this generation he seems strange, unique day by day little to little more I known him he had kindness deep in his eyes A rude strict person seems he is but when we go Little ahead he seems the most easiest person who we can talk to , most caring he's a dreamer he's the full filler of the dream he has achievements.. he's the achiever's of all he has the shoulders full of responsibility which he take not as a burden but with the passion the way this man leads the task ... shows how passionate he's with his karma the beauty of this man is simplicity.. the beauty lies in his kindness the beauty lies in his understanding the beauty lies in the way he treats his fellow beings but I wonder sometimes...there might be some hidden child which every person has inside... who wants to come out ... sit free someday... stare at ... moon and starry sky give him a day let him be real...the real he with no boundaries no responsibility...