Impression Poem by Evolved Indian

Looks like he is busy with something
What's it.
I see him everyday same time
The wet eyes, bent posture, pale skin
Bending to touch
Touch what
May be my feet
But.
The eyes

As if seen everything
Eight wonders of the world
And why was the posture

May be he wants me to sit beside him
Hear him for hours
Feel the untold empathy
That he shown to those
Unheard and unsung voices

But why should I
I am also an extended soul
Living on borrowed time

May be he wants to check my time limit
Send some silent message
May be to pray with me
To solace my troubled soul
To smoothen my rough twilight
And be my beacon of hope

Is it something he stammers
Once I leave
Reverberating in my ear drums
Pervading my physical existence
He flows
Flowing like a virgin fountain
As if he just learnt the the first flowing lesson
To flow for ever
Meet the ocean to Get lost inside