He Hardly Came Across Poem by Jaswant Zafar

He hardly came across as the moon, the sun or the star
But contained within him a universe spread wide and far

With the heart writhing and mind stray, he traveled to and fro
As on a paper, mercury, in all its restlessness, does flow

On the battlefield of mind everyday many a war did rage
Muted remained, the sounds of conches and trumpets to the age

He did not demand toys, sans a ride on giant-wheel went
Lost in the fair as a helpless child, his day he spent

Each leaf of friendship-tree did shed to the floor
Breeze hot blew making barren branches quiver to core