On my rooftop, as I stand still,
a stranger captures my mind,
consuming my soul, my everything.
Cities beat,with cars and buses, roads complete, Amidst the crowds rush, life never slows.
An old man sits as the city chaos grows,
His path unclear, his story untold,
I wonder where he is going in that bus,
I wonder if he's got home?
The impatient gentleman,...