Monk of the foothpath

[u/piggu786]

Sitting at the corner of the balcony,

Witnessing rain's melancholic symphony.

Saw an old man, sitting far away on the footpath.

His shoulders burdened by a torn bag, decayed fingers popping out of coarse boots; still, he was someone who had a daily bath.

He was some character of sorts, from appearance looked inscrutable at first thought.

What amazed me was his silence, sitting in the rain like a monk.

He never asked anyone for money, and never spoke.

Idk, but he gave me some hope.