The Lunatic Near the Station

The lunatic near the station Stood calmly like a statue Under the flash of the big street-light While the dogs barked at him endlessly, Possibly with an air of expressive envy At the man who guarded the night More faithfully than they did! Some mocked him...some laughed And the gentle ones passed without noticing This absurd creation of Nature! He never uttered a word, Neither displayed a smile...nor a tear, As if he had bargained his emotions For a life of loneliness... Years have passed since I have left that city. There is no street-light nearby... No barking of dogs. Yet he stands in his peculiar posture Portraying the indifference of his countenance In the corridors of my memory...!