Lying on the pavement
Blood spattered across his face
Invisible to the world while alive
Has now become the center of attraction
With the audience sighing of an untimely death
Cursing of an inhumane act
Admiring a man who had worked hard
To provide bread and butter
To the little ones at home
Is it only me who sees the peace behind the emptiness in his eyes?
The joy of liberation from suffering
But I wonder how many times he would have to return to this material world
Before he can really be free.............
