Saimon, Silence and Smile (part-2)

Returned home with a plethora of questions

Needling my head for which I couldn’t sleep.

Throughout the night puzzles pinched

And demanded to solve,

With a heavy head I got up from bed.

Holding a torch in my hand I started walking

While my mind was thinking.

I gazed at the stars while the moon was glaring at me.

Thinking all the time while it started pouring

I found my feet covered in mud as I was standing in a potter’s field.

Surprised I was to find a pair of eyes gleaming at me,

“Who could it be in the witching hour walking

Through the graveyard and staring at me?”

Thought to myself with bewildered eyes.

Being scared a bit moved forward and found

Saimon was hanging around in the mid of the night.

“Why was he there in the dark hours?”, I asked him.

Grinning at me, he hit me with the same question.

“As I couldn’t sleep and wanted some fresh air,

Walked for a while and found myself there.

But was perplexed to find you at the boneyard.”

Being baffled I replied and thought he might be a bard.

“I would tell the tale of life

That starts with death.”

Said that man

Hearing the same

I started walking like a dead-man.

A long time would it take to explain all the things

for which he said he would take some weeks

to answer such a contemplative question.

As the night was slipping

And day was coming

He promised to tell me

The story on the next day.

The answer in the next part……..