The lonely man, I see pass by,
With a dark shadow, beneath the sky,

He was tired, he was pale,
He was SAD, its all I could tell.

But he had the spree, to live happily,
Though it was numbed many times, previously,

There was blood but couldn't see the stain,
And I was sure, that he had some pain.

I guessed about his wound, and wondered how he bears,
Even I failed the test to live without Tears,

But these are all phases that our life has to pass,
Think it as lessons that are taught in life's class.