In his dust covered -
loose shirts and pants
He walks neither  fast nor slow.
The rough but radiant eyes-
that make you feel non-existent.
His firm steps ask you
‘What fear is.?’
Don’t know why
a passer-by looks at him and thinks
‘a warrior against the whole world’.
Belieng  his expressionless face
deep inside lie his dreams
of a peace- reigned world.
But that no one knows
and
they hate him for-
his lack of desires.