he sat by the lamp post outside the grocery store...

maybe he had a story, maybe he had a name,

he was the beggar,he still sits in my memory lane...

he never complained,

never asked

he never looked

never glanced

but he had a broken bowl

in which he always looked..

at night

and at day

how do i know?

i just suppose

i saw him once...

doing the same,

we all see once don't we?

and suppose..

suppose that she loves

suppose she doesn't?

suppose this computer blows as i type

suppose the walls fall in?

suppose i pass

suppose i don't?

suppose the world ends tomorrow,

suppose i don't wake up today..

suppose,

we didn't suppose,

anything and everything.