I just couldn’t make out his name; simply by looking

into his innocently hazel eyes,

I just couldn’t make out his religion; simply by

gauging the pace of his walk; the lanes on which he

traveled,

I just couldn’t make out the place he might be

residing; simply by staring at the color of his

clothes,

I just couldn’t make out the money he had incarcerated

in his pocket; simply by casting a look at the back of

his trouser,

I just couldn’t make out the words he might be

extremely fond of; simply by the shade of his lips,

I just couldn’t make out his passions in life; the

things he had an insatiable zeal for; simply by

admiring his supreme height,

I just couldn’t make out the color of blood flowing in

his veins; simply by glancing a trifle at his rubicund

skin,

I just couldn’t make out the dreams engulfing his

mind; simply by witnessing his mystical shadow,

I just couldn’t make out whether he was married or

not; by simply listening to his authoritative voice,

I just couldn’t make out the exact size of his shoe;

simply by running my fingers nimbly across his fading

footprints,

I just couldn’t make out the destination he was going

to; simply by viewing the bag he held stubbornly in

his fortified palms,

I just couldn’t make out the speed of his heart; the

turbulence that might going on inside; by simply

casting one look beneath his shirt inundated with

profuse sweat,

I just couldn’t make out the abuses he had spoken a

little while ago; simply by straining my ears to his

present voice,

I just couldn’t make out the fraternity of clothes he

vehemently adored; by simply peering at his existing

pair of bedraggled coat and trousers,

I just couldn’t make out the insects that had stung

him all throughout his life; simply by spotting the

fresh bruises sprawled incoherently on his arms,

I just couldn’t make out the actual strength and

tenacity he possessed in his demeanor; simply by

standing abreast by his side for a few racy seconds, I just couldn’t make out the taste circumventing his greedy tongue; simply by peeking a glimpse at the morsels of left over bread neatly sandwiched in his

fists,

I just couldn’t make out his ability to memorize; the

pedigree of intelligence that lingered in his brain;

simply by gawking at his bushy eyebrows and moderately

square forehead,

And the more I saw him; the more frustrated I became;

as I just couldn’t make out head or tail about his

entity; the inscrutable quandaries enveloping his

life, So at the end when there seemed no alternative; and

the inexorably urge to talk to him became more

prominent than the thunderously deafening clouds; I

chose the simplest option; I audaciously mustered

strength to call him; addressed him boldly as

“HUMAN”